Foursome

Extracted BY Aesso

- Last season on Foursome,

we laughed, we cried,

we scored but most of all we lost friendships.

I'm going back to home school.

Alec.

Clubs.

- You three, suspended from football and you three from

Media Club.

Courtney Todd, you are banned from

all Brayer High School events and property.

- And the one thing that can never be replaced.

Wanna get outta here?

My virginity!

Remember Brayer, the school where cool was

defined by lettermans and being the bomb

was based on how hard you shook your poms?

Well ever since we lost our best players,

the football team has been on a serious

bleak streak of hardcore losing.

And now the chess is the best.

Attention students of Brayer,

I'm ecstatic to remind you that a certain

junkyard dumpster fire, Media Club, is still suspended.

The only place to get the news is the paper, the newspaper.

- Why do you get to hold the microphone, Divit?

Stan didn't name you the successor of the Bulletin.

- It's just a matter of time, Peg.

- Give me that. - Hey no, stop it.

- The old Brayer where Media Club was basically

just a zone to learn how to bone doesn't exist anymore.

And no one, no one is taking this harder than Mr. Shaw.

So sad, even the Foursome was highly

affected by the events of Homecoming 2016.

One member of our group left us forever.

Oh no, she's not dead.

Her mom felt guilty for forcing her into

public school after we all got in trouble.

She promised Imogen she never had to return

and moved to a compound for homeschooled kids,

cutting off all ties to the outside world.

The Bobcats have lost their meow.

Everyone's having a hard time adjusting.

Well, not everyone.

Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm that girl.

What girl?

- I'm that girl who gets a boyfriend

and wants to spend every second.

- Well I guess that makes me that guy.

I can't believe it's already

been two months since Homecoming.

Winter break legit starts tomorrow.

Time goes by so fast when you're--

Completely smitten.

Oh, I was gonna say boning.

- I just can't believe we've been

able to stay in our little bubble.

No brothers.

No jealous ex-boyfriends

and no interruptions.

- Hey Court, what's with the doom and gloom?

I've been trying to tell Andie

that I'm rushing Theta Iota Theta.

Court, I don't know.

I know firsthand how gnarly Greek life can get.

You love being in a frat.

- Well sure now but when I pledged,

my brothers made me prove that I could

boner it while watching All About Schmidt.

- I can handle that, Jack Nicholson is my jelly jam.

Ooh, plus they're going to Beach Island for winter break.

If I get a bid, I get to go.

- Sororities are way worse than fraternities.

Why do you even want to rush?

- Justie, I really need your support on this.

I mean Andie's been MIA and I'm MMA, "Missing My Andie!"

- Oh. - I could really use some new friends

and I've always wanted more blood sisses.

- Are you trying Andie again? - No, Dakota.

Maybe he's heard from our girl.

- Did you hear who Dakota hooked up with?

- Every student in the entire school.

- Yes, I heard he banged his teacher.

It was Dakota and Mr. Zapp in

the chemistry lab with the Bunsen burner.

What was that?

Eh, it's not worth it.

- I Am Legend ain't just a Will Smith movie, okay?

- Reminder, the Math League

Pep Rally are held at 1:30 on the quad today.

- I'm loving this new look on Brayer.

When did this happen?

- Probably while we were doing this.

- Well consider me shocked emoji.

I mean if I knew putting my brother in ISS meant football

would be on the outs and supportive sweethearts on the in,

I would've got caught in my lingerie years ago.

- You would've been 11 so I'm pretty sure

for everyone's sake I'm glad that you didn't.

I don't want you to go in, I'm gonna miss you too much.

- No, I'm gonna miss you too much.

- No, I'm gonna miss you. - No, I'm gonna miss you.

- No. - Why don't you play hooky?

Who needs math?

What do you say, rebel? Ditch city?

Population us.

How we doin' in here?

Alec, come on, bud.

Buddy, Budzif.

I can't bear seeing you like this.

I should have never turned you kids in at Homecoming.

If I had known the butterfly effect,

I would've never un-cocooned.

So you gonna pick that up, my pal?

- I'm surprised I moved that quickly.

I haven't played ball in so long,

I forgot I'd be flexible enough to bend down.

You still got it, look, catch.

- Sorry. - Ow.

That is bleak.

This is totally my bad.

If I had just tightened Josh's leash earlier,

none of what went down at HC would've ever happened.

Girsten, I'm just too nice.

- It's, like, totally snowballed.

You got Alec, Josh, and Kent

suspended from the team and now they blow.

The frickin' marching band took over the field.

- You know what Girsten, those tuba-pushers

can keep it because it was totally worth it.

Some people deserve to be miserable.

- If we're gonna meet in your skank-ass dorm room

at lunch, the least you could do is light a candle.

It smells like someone up and found Dory in here.

Just keep swimming.

- You know I'm banned from Brayer.

- Sorry I'm late, I was preoccupied.

- It seems like you're late a lot.

At least it's not my period.

- Andie, now that you're here, finally,

I can tell you that my legend status has been--

Thank you, Australia!

Look at him!

- I swear, you're allergic to paying me attention.

Blood sis, I have big news.

I am rushing a sor-- - Ooh, speaking of rushing.

I gotta jet, I made plans with Kent.

I'd love to stay but I promised him.

I hate this so much, bye.

Gang, we have a prob.

- Thank you, Christopher Columbus. What a profound discovery.

I'm Mayflowered.

- I have seen this 100 times before,

it is textbook first relationship, you know?

You get wrapped up in the guy

and you just ignore your friends.

I haven't gotten a text response in days.

- No DMs for 12 PMs. - Andie never answers.

- Desperate times call for desperate people.

Imogen, Dakota dial.

- The phone number you're trying to reach--

I told you.

Homeschool is off limits. We tried this already.

- I'm just struggling to believe that she's really gone.

- I'll never gone. - Ah, I know.

Well, best of luck to her. - Who gives a?

We need to focus on the friend that didn't abandon ship.

So what's the plan?

I was thinking...

- Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper.

- Okay, you're gonna need some assistance.

- Yes, Court, you're really killing it.

And that's it.

Intervention!

- I can't wait to not have to get busy in a closet.

- Well there goes all our winter break plans for me.

I'm kidding.

Picture

candles and a bike ride to a picnic.

I even made swanky reservations at the Blooming Onion itself.

- God, you know-- - Intervention one.

"Keep what was once important

at the top of your priority list.

This will keep you busy

and distance makes the heart grow fonder."

My distance is zero. - I think I catch your drift.

- Wait, wait, where are you-- - Class.

- There's nothing else written on my hand.

"It's time for you to pause necking and stop neglecting

the Foursome."

Probably not important.

Miss Fixler!

At the beginning of class when I see you're not here,

I celebrate internally and then you come in late.

It's like you do it on purpose so you can see my spirit die.

Well,

take a look.

- I feel like this is an inappropriate

distance for a teacher-student--

Oh, my God. I see it.