Bad Reputation

Sexy stuff.

Huh?

Your book, Henry Miller?

Oh.

Yeah, I guess.

Have you read Anais Nin?

Who?

You know, his mistress.

She wrote some pretty hot books, too.

No.

I just started this, you know.

I don't even know if I like it yet.

Well, if you do, let me know.

I'll hook you up.

What?

Nothing.

You just don't look like much of a reader.

Why would you say that?

I dunno.

Look, just because I play football

doesn't make me a football player.

'Kay?

What does that mean?

It means don't be so quick to think

you know everything about me.

Okay.

I'm Aaron Custler.

I know.

And you are?

Sorry.

Michelle Rosen.

- Well, I don't know if anybody's told you or not,

but tonight, after the game,

we're having a party at my house.

Parents are up north for the weekend.

We're gonna go get wasted.

You should come.

Why?

You don't know me.

I'm not anybody.

Wow, you really have a high opinion

of yourself, don't you?

I'm serious.

Is this some kind of practical joke or something?

No, it's not a practical joke.

I asked you because you're smart and you're pretty.

You don't know that I'm smart.

I'm not pretty.

I do know that you're smart.

Most of the girls I know spend their lunch hour

dissecting the OC, not Henry Miller.

And you are pretty.

You're like the girl in a Freddie Prinze, Jr. movie.

She's supposed to start out as the ugly duckling,

but by the end, she's a prom queen.

But she's obviously hot from the beginning.

I don't know.

I don't really know any of those people you hang out with.

That's why you should come.

My address is 852 Park Hill Lane.

I'm serious, you should come, it'd be cool.

Hey, mom.

Hey.

Michelle, what's that?

- I know you said the credit card was only for emergencies,

but. - Oh, I don't like

where this is going.

Mom, don't do that.

What?

Assume that I'm gonna disappoint you.

Well, what did you buy.

Before you say anything, it was 75% off.

I got it at the outlet store.

- What, are you thinking about turning tricks

with the crack whores over on Pico?

It's not whoreish.

Have an open mind.

Okay, put it on.

You look like a slut.

And it makes your ass look enormous.

Don't say that.

What?

I'm not gonna lie to you.

You have a fat ass.

No, I mean, don't call me a slut.

- I didn't call you a slut, I said you looked like a slut.

How can I be a slut?

I've never even kissed a guy.

Everyone thinks I'm weird because I never talk to anybody.

And whose fault is that?

Look at these.

You see these?

These are bills that I pay so you can eat

and have clothes and place to live,

and I don't have anybody else helping me,

but I work my ass off so you don't go without.

I would like to dress up in nice, new dresses

and go out and fuck some 17 year old boys.

But I can't afford that luxury.

I'm not gonna

sleep with anybody.

It's just a party.

A nice boy asked me to a party, mom, and I wanna go.

For one night, I wanna be happy.

What's wrong with that?

Leave the tags on.

Then we can take it back tomorrow.

Woah.

You like it?

Yeah.

I like it like breathing.

- I don't know what the hell he's tryin' to prove.

Who's that girl?

- Michelle something or other.

She's new.

I always feel kinda sorry for her.

The way she slips around all the time

like she's scared of everybody.

Sorry?

You know why she's here, don't you?

- I dunno, Aaron probably just invited her to be nice.

No, I mean why she's at Smith's Grove.

She shouldn't be going to our school,

she doesn't live anywhere near here.

It's all part of some program where they ship

gifted welfare brats in from the city

to use the resources that our parents pay for.

So what?

Are you short on textbooks this year?

That's not the point.

It's just,

I hate leeches, that's all.

- You know, I heard her mom works as a stripper.

Oh, really?

Where'd you hear that from?

I thought you didn't even know who she was.

I dunno.

Hey, why are you defending her?

I'm not.

I don't even know her.

Look at them.

Those guys are gonna get their tongues dirty

if they don't roll them up off the floor.

What are you so mad about?

I thought you and Aaron were sort of broken up.

Yeah, key words being "sort of."

It's not official.

Not 'til after the homecoming and football season, anyway.

Maybe somebody should tell Aaron that.

- You don't have to keep paying so much attention to me.

I feel bad.

Why?

- I know you've got other friends and stuff here.

You don't need to waste all your time with me.

Oh my God, you are so insecure.

I'm not that nice of a guy, Michelle.

I wouldn't be spending time with you unless I wanted to.

Here.

I'm not really a drinker.

It's okay, this is a safe place.

You can get a little crazy if you want to.

Whoops.

Just a little?

Come on, all the cool kids are doing it.

Okay, a little.

God, this house is amazing.

It's alright.

My dad made a killing in real estate

the last few years buying old buildings in the city.

Bunch of shit holes that don't cost much to maintain,

but bring in a fair amount of cash,

provided you don't put too much into them, of course.

He probably owns the building I live in.

Kidding.

Oh God, I'm so bad at jokes.

I shouldn't even try to be funny.

Stop that.

You are funny, it's just that I didn't get it.

Sorry.

And stop apologizing.

A girl as beautiful as you has nothing to be sorry for.

Don't you have a girlfriend?

You mean Debbie?

- I guess, that girl you're always with at school?

So, you've been watching me.

It's okay.

I like that you've been watching me.

I've been watching you, too.

You

are such a good kisser.

So are you.

I didn't know if you would be so interested tonight, though.

What are you talking about?

You can't fool me.

I saw you and Jake drooling all over Aaron's new friend.

Yeah, 'cause she's hot.

Not as hot as you, though.

- We should probably get back to the party pretty soon.

I don't want people to talk.

So what if people talk?