Awkward.

Previously on "Awkward"...

- Sadie and Matty left. - Matty left?

Not how I saw my senior prom going.

Tamara was living her dream, and I was going home to live mine.

You are in love with Jenna Hamilton.

You have to tell her.

Take us back to prom.

But this Cinderella was turning back into a pumpkin.

Oh, what is that?

- Gloria? - Oh, my God.

My vodka broke.

You mean your water broke?

No, my vodka.

I had it tucked in my pregnancy underwear.

There's a lot of room in these things.

Oh, relax, it's Fred's.

You really think I'd drink vodka? I'm pregnant.

Which is why I need to drink vodka.

I'm sorry about that.

You look really pretty, though.

Yeah, Jenna, you're on fire.

- Thank you, guys. - No, you're on fire.

Help me.

The combination of cheap vodka and cheaper fabric

had left me burning to get out of there.

It was time to call it a night.

Thank you for not letting me call it a night.

It would've been a mistake to let prom go by

without telling Jenna I'm into her.

You're welcome.

Want your booze back? Liquid courage.

You keep it.

I want to be all there when I tell Jenna I love her.

Ugh, and I want to be nowhere near there.

I'll probably projectile vomit all over this chic-ass dress.

All right, I'll find you later.

Okay, ladies and gents,

this is your senior prom, which means I expect you all

to behave like...

ladies and gents.

No BJs in the bathroom, no dirty dancing,

no touching tongues on the dance floor,

and no contact below the waist.

Oh, and most importantly, no booze.

Anyone caught getting saucy on the sauce

will be banned from walking at graduation.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, five fingers' distance

between you and your partner at all times.

Gross.

I've got five fingers and nowhere to put them.

- You smell amazing. - What is it?

Deodorant.

Careful, the prude police are watching.

I kind of like not being engaged anymore.

I feel like I don't have to be as respectful.

But, like, in a hot way.

You mean like you've been holding back this whole time

and what you really wanted to do is rip off my clothes

and treat me like a cheap whore?

- I love that. - Good.

Since we're not saving ourselves for marriage anymore,

maybe we can be really disrespectful

to each other tonight?

This is your prom.

We are in a hotel.

You think they have any rooms?

- Hey, sorry I left. - You left?

- I guess I didn't notice. - I can see that.

Have you two seen Jenna?

- Yeah, I saw her a bit ago. - Is everything okay?

It will be, if I can find her.

Oh, well, just keep looking, dude.

She's got to be here somewhere.

Where else would she go?

Oof. Hello.

- What are you doing home? - Is it over?

Oh, my God. Did prom burn down?

- No, just my night. - What happened?

I tried my best, okay?

I went, I saw, it conquered me.

Honey.

But it's your senior prom.

Did you win queen?

I left before they announced it.

What?

Why?

It's no big deal.

Do you know what I would've given

to just be nominated for prom queen?

I was pregnant at my prom.

I missed out on so much because of that, and you...

you left early?

I'm sorry if my leaving early hurts you,

but I couldn't stay any longer.

I tried, but my first dress got ruined.

My second dress caught on fire,

and Adam showed up to surprise Tamara.

Her dream prom came true.

And I am happy for her,

but I couldn't stay at prom with no date, a melted dress

just so that you could live out

some vicarious fantasy of a prom that you never had.

God, I am turning my phone off, and I am getting ready for bed.

Good night.

Okay.

Sadie, you came back!

I knew you wouldn't abandon me at prom.

Isn't it a dream?

Hallucination, maybe.

I'm about five drinks away from seeing this as a dream.

- A drink? - Why didn't you say so?

One cup of prancing pony punch coming right up.

Looking fierce tonight, queen.

I'm not giving you any booze, Prince Charmless.

- You either? - This is oppressive.

Everybody knows that the only way to get through prom

is in a permanent brown-out.

Blackout light, just the right amount of drunk.

Hey, we have a room.

Good for you, sluts.

- No, not for hooking up. - For partying.

We can share.

I don't hate that idea.

I find myself not hating that idea either.

Hey, Lissa, have you seen Jenna?

I saw the back of her when she left,

which is really uncool.

Prom court pairs are going to be uneven now.

She left?

Well, at least my prom king is here.

Oops.

Okay, thanks.

Don't listen to me!

I'm not listening.

Jenna...

I told you, I'm done with tonight.

Just hear me out.

I've been thinking about what you said about me wanting

to experience prom vicariously through you.

I Googled "vicarious," and you are not wrong about me

projecting some of my own stuff onto you in the past,

but that is not what this is about.

I want you to go back for you.

Think about how far you've come.

Do you know how pissed sophomore Jenna

would be at senior Jenna right now?

You were just nominated for prom queen.

The way my night was going, I wasn't gonna win.

So?

So your night wasn't a dream.

It wasn't perfect.

But if you sit around waiting for everything to be perfect,

life is gonna pass you by

while you're eating ice cream in your pajamas.

- I already washed my face. - Slap on some blush.

- My dress is ruined. - I can't go in that.

I don't look like a prom queen.

To be honest, that dress was jacked to begin with.

You know, I don't think those people nominated you

because of how you look.

I think you were nominated because of how you are.

All those people liked you enough to vote for you.

Are you really gonna insult them by not being there?

Mom was right... it was time to put the rocky road

that was tonight behind me.

Plus, eating your feelings only works in Lifetime movies.

All right, I'll go back.

Yay!

Oh, sorry, dress.

Eh, it had nothing left to lose.

Jenna, you're back!

And you're wearing a sundress.

Why isn't everyone dancing?

Whoria Gloria... or just Gloria, back away from your date.

Double pregnant is a real thing.

Does that answer your question?

Val is acting like a crazy lady.

You mean like herself?

Yeah, but worse.

- You think I don't see you. - I do.

Hey, easy, tiger.

Hey, I know that your heart is in the right place here,

but it's their senior prom, so let them have a little fun.

But they're almost done,

and this is my last chance to mold them.

Well I think you deserve a little fun too, hmm?

Come on.

You know I can't resist you in khaki.

That's right.

Did I miss prom court announcements?

No, we haven't done it yet because nobody's here.

Ugh!

Where is everybody?

Five fingers, bitch.

Well, it's not a private room,

but it's free, and no one's paying attention to us.

I can't believe we're gonna have sex for the first time

on prom night.

How hot is that?

Tamara, we can't exactly have sex in here.