Awkward.

Previously on Awkward.

Jenna, I like you.

I'm just not sure I'm ready to be in a relationship.

Everyone thinks I tried to kill myself,

and there's a lame guy selling T-shirts

keeping the stupid story alive.

- I kissed Jenna Hamilton! - What?

It's obviously, uh, a very important day.

In high school, attention was a drug.

Everyone was jonesing for it.

Including Principal Cox.

So you can all talk.

Okay, hum,

now, to tell you more, about drunk driving awareness day,

Miss Marks.

Check, one two.

Hot mic.

This year, our annual play to raise drunk driving awareness

is gonna be driven into the millennia.

Everybody, welcome to Crash'd!

Same characters, same story, new flava.

It stands for counselors, me,

raising awareness for students,

you,

who, "W" is silent, drink.

I knew that'd get your attention.

Attention was weird.

The people who had it seemed not to want it,

and the people who didn't have it

seemed to want nothing more.

Ricky Schwartz is acting all stranger than fiction.

Ever since his parents took him off his meds,

he stopped checking me out.

Refocusing attention was my current strategy.

I was playing hard to get with a guy that was hard to get.

It seemed to be working,

and I wasn't going to give in to Matty's private sexcapades

until I got some public attention.

And now, Palos Hillers,

it's time to announce the leads

of this year's mock D.U.I. car crash.

And the role of Dead Johnny goes to...

Jake Rosati.

And the role of Dead Stacey goes to...

This part's all mine.

Jenna Hamilton.

It was not the kind of attention I was looking for.

What up, dead Stacey?

There's no way I'm playing Dead Stacey.

I've already had one lethal misunderstanding this year.

I don't need another.

This just confirms

that there is a theater conspiracy against me.

I'm gonna go tell Valerie that I quit,

and then you can play dead Stacey.

Yes!

Just remember, it's all about how you die.

In the classic license to kill,

Tiffani-Amber Thiessen dies on the hood,

but in Love on the rocks,

Tori spelling drives into a fid of corn

and disappears... forever.

Oh, look, they picked the dead girl to play dead.

Congrats, Jenna.

You've actually become a cliché of yourself.

Cliche means stupid, right?

Looks like Sadie's jeal-y.

Well, there's nothing to be jealous about,

because I'm not doing it.

Playing dead Stacey was bigger than being homecoming queen,

but I was trying to bury my suicide stigma,

not advertise it.

Oh, Jenna, hey! You excited?

No, I'm not doing it.

I was actually about to go quit right now.

Whoa, hold up! Hold up.

Before you, uh,

kill your only chance of being my dead girlfriend,

um, I highly recommend you reconsider.

I mean, uh, just think of all the ways

I could end your life.

I think you're supposed to kill me by cocktail,

not asphyxiation.

Everything okay?

Other than public humiliation and whiplash from you,

I'm great.

You sure? 'Cause it seems like, uh,

ever since our kiss, you just seem...

We're good.

It just seemed like last week, when we talked on the phone,

you know, everything was cool,

and then today you're acting kinda weird, and...

- Listen, Jake. - Mm-hmm?

Here are the bullet points.

I'm your friend. We had an accidental kiss,

that even you said was a mistake,

- because you have a girlfriend. - Oh.

And I'm not gonna say anything, okay? I promise.

I have to go quit now.

There really was something to this playing-hard-to-get thing.

Whoever said, "If you build it, they will come," was wrong.

Tear it down. They come running.

Don't have to say anything, I know why you're here.

Congrats.

I save this for special occasions,

and this, my Jenna-ration, is a special occasion.

- It sure is. - You know what we are, Jenna?

We are pioneers.

Two female pioneers on the Oregon trail,

forging the river, heading west,

and even though Mary-Beth has dysentery,

we will not be stopped.

We will make a difference.

Get that.

- To our success tomorrow. - I can't.

It's sparkling apple juice.

No, I can't be Dead Stacey.

But good news. My friend, Tamara, wants to do it.

She would love... I mean die, absolutely die for the roll.

Uh, yeah, I've heard all about Tamara from Mr. Wilkerson.

That apparently...

- She's a performer. - No.

No, I don't think you understand.

She played Tammy in Grease last year.

There is no Tammy. They just made up a character,

so they could kill her off in the first five minutes.

I'm gonna level with you. I'm on what they call thin ice.

Apparently, principal Cox doesn't like the advice

I give to students.

Getting pregnant does suck,

but breast-feeding makes you skinny.

Burning and not itching, you're fine.

Take a sleeping pill and nap under my desk.

Well, it sounds like you were just trying to help.

See. That's why you're my girl.

I am? When did that happen?

That is why I need your help to make Crash'd...

A success. It's cool, huh?

See, I just need to prove to Principal Cox

that can be responsible, and since you're my girl,

I know that you'll take this event seriously.

I mean, you've got my back, right?

I would love nothing more than to be Dead Stacey,

but, um, considering my recent accident,

there's no way my parents will let me

do the whole "Dead" thing.

They're still really sensitive about it.

If it were up to me, I'd totally do it, though.

Parents don't have to know.

Hello?

Snickerdoodle.

God, sorry, it's my mom.

How's everything going?

How'd it go? Did I get it?

I've been practicing all the ways I can die.

Well, the good news, I don't have to be Dead Stacey,

the bad news, they won't let you have the part.

This reeks of Mr. Wilkerson.

This has nothing to do with my talent

and everything to do with his broken dreams and his bald head.

But if I can't be Dead Stacey, you have to do it,

otherwise they're gonna give it to some nasty beast like Sadie.

Let Sadie at it.

I'd love to see her covered in blood.

So nothing interesting happened at school today?

No altercations?

Nope.

And you wore underwear?

Yes.

So you didn't flash your lady bits to anyone,

by accident?

No.

Or on purpose?

No one saw my vagina.

Nothing happened. What's up with the third degree?

Hi! It's me, Valerie.

Kill. Me. Now.

- Go around. - Oh, okay.

So this is where my girl lives.

I brought gifts.

For you. It lives forever.

And you, diet wine.

I know how you P. V. moms like to stay skinny.

Oh! Well, I've never heard of diet wine.

Oh, well, it's not really diet.

The grapes are organic, runs right through ya.

It's like drinkin' the water in Mexico.

Throw it out.

So can I get you anything, Ms....

Oh, val. Yeah, I'd love a zima.

Or nothing. Nothing's good.

Would you like to sit?

- Yes. - Yes.

What are you doin' here?

I, uh, figured it was about time

I visited my homegirl at home, huh?

Actually, that's a lie.

I... I'm here about Crash'd.

I completely understand why you wouldn't want

your daughter to participate, but Jenna really wants to do it.