T@gged

Previously on "T@gged"...

Monkeyman tagged you in a video.

‐ There's only one video posted,

and there's only three people tagged in it‐‐

you, me, and that chick Elisia.

Monkeyman wants us to figure out who he is.

We must know him.

‐ This girl that gets shot‐‐ I know her.

She's dead. Monkeyman killed her.

‐ Have you guys seen anyone following you?

He was in my room?

Who is this Elisia girl anyway?

Are you telling me that Elisia's parents died a year ago?

‐ Your house burnt down? ‐ It was my fault.

I left all the candles burning.

Why did you even start taking them?

I felt like they fixed me.

Who is this guy? His name's Jake.

I'm sorry. I lied about my age.

I hate that this is wrong.

‐ On your knees! ‐ Dad, what are you doing?

‐ Are you new here?

‐ First day. ‐ Well, at least he's your age.

‐ So Raven bullied him on Sunday,

and Elisia stole his teddy bear. I stood him up.

You protected him from being my Romeo.

‐ My friends‐‐they told me how to make everyone pay.

‐ Don't fire!

‐ It's over. ‐ Yeah, it's over.

‐ Ash...

Call me when you get this, please.

Something's gonna happen, and...

I really need to talk to you.

I tagged you guys.

‐ Honey?

We're here.

I gave you the balcony again,

and I made some chicken chui eat.

I can heat it up.

‐ I'm not hungry.

‐ Well, hold on.

‐ I'll just... get it tomorrow.

‐ I thought you would be excited.

‐ Night, Mom.

‐ Hey, I have some cool news.

‐ Yeah?

‐ Yeah, Lauren Summers fractured her ankle.

They need a new Viola for "Twelfth Night."

‐ Mom, I‐‐I just got back.

‐ Yeah, but honey,

I loved seeing you onstage as Juliet.

I printed...

the lines for your audition.

‐ Taking off.

‐ Okay.

Good night.

‐ Is everything okay?

‐ Yeah. Great.

Nothing's changed in the last ten minutes.

‐ Okay.

Paris. Paris, really?

‐ Paris, yeah. ‐ Really?

You could go anywhere in the world,

and you pick Paris?

‐ Okay, it's not El Paso.

It's in France. It's Paris.

It's the City of Lights.

‐ Well, I just picture you somewhere like...

like Portland or Denver.

‐ Denver? ‐ It's snowing,

and you're curled up with a book, hot cup of tea.

‐ Okay.

What am I wearing?

‐ My T‐shirt, of course.

‐ Okay, come on. Look at this.

You would love Paris.

‐ Rowan.

‐ It's nothing. ‐ Are you still doing it?

‐ Dunbar said we had two classes together freshman year.

Look‐‐look, he wears his hair differently,

but I still don't remember him.

‐ Stop looking for pictures.

Okay, stop obsessing over him.

Stop torturing yourself.

Promise me.

‐ Don't tell me what to do.

‐ But I...like to tell you what to do.

‐ In a friendly way or in a more‐than‐friendly way?

‐ Yeah. Um...

In a friendly way.

I get it. I'm sorry.

‐ It's fine.

‐ Hey, stranger.

‐ Walk me to class?

‐ Sure.

So, uh... how is it being back?

‐ Can you promise me something?

‐ Yeah. Of course.

‐ If it happened before this moment, don't bring it up.

I don't want to talk about the past.

‐ I'm more interested in our future anyway, so...

‐ We're friends. Just friends.

‐ You know I broke up with her, right?

I ended things with Nicki.

‐ Doesn't change anything.

‐ Hailey!

‐ Brandon. Didn't even recognize you.

‐ Finally, you are back because this guy

would not stop whining about you.

‐ All right, all right.