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INT. BRIMWELL HIGH - CAFETERIA - DAY CLARK KINGSTON, 17, dark-haired with a thin frame, sits down at a near-empty table. Clark places his uncooked ramen cup onto the surface. CLARK KINGSTON Three minutes, why does it always take three minutes, Sarah? Sitting across from him is SARAH YELCHON, 17, a stronglooking, slightly chubby blonde girl. SARAH YELCHON Masturbation, or...? CLARK KINGSTON Ramen. Three whole minutes to cook this junk! SARAH YELCHON Its a tenth of our lunch time, Clark. Whoopdy flippin doo. CLARK KINGSTON Its not just the three minutes it takes to cook it; because guess what? Now I have to add everything else, and thats gonna take another couple minutes. There it is, a sixth of my lunch time done. And Ive yet to grab my milk from the lunch line, so thats another five minutes and BAM! There goes a third of my lunch time. Clark takes out his backpack and pulls out some soy sauce, mushrooms, a thermos, and a small variety of Asian vegetables in a plastic bag. Sarah laughs. SARAH YELCHON Holy crap, dude. Talk about grade-A neurotic. Clark puts the ingredients into his ramen, including some cooked chicken from the thermos. CLARK KINGSTON I just expect a certain level of competence from my ramen, is all. Sarah giggles.

2. SARAH YELCHON So anyway, umSarah sees something behind Clark. SARAH YELCHON (CONTD) Fuck, its him. Behind Clark, ROY OSTBERG, a young man with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, storms through the crowded lunchroom. CLARK KINGSTON What? Whats going on? Roy sits at the lunch table in a seat between them. ROY OSTBERG Hey guys, whats up? Clark and Sarah glare at Roy, as Roy smirks. SARAH YELCHON What the hell do you want, Roy? ROY OSTBERG Oh, I just want to see how you love birds are doing. SARAH YELCHON Ive already told you a million times, Roy, youre completely offbase. Clark and I are justROY OSTBERG I know what I saw, Sarah. CLARK KINGSTON Roy, I was just comforting herAbruptly, Roy reaches over the table and grabs Clarks ramen. Roy bites into the ramen; it CRUNCHES. Roy looks up from the cup with a mouthful of uncooked noodles, realizing what hes just done. Clark and Sarah erupt into laughter. CLARK KINGSTON (CONTD) Those noodles cooked enough for you, Roy? Roy glares in Clarks direction. He STOMPS toward Clark and takes Clark by the shirt and pulls him upward. He pulls back his arm, starts to make a fist and then Sarah grabs his arm. The entire cafeteria quiets and everyone focuses on them.

3. SARAH YELCHON I swear to god, Roy. I will kick your ass from here to the next block if you dont let him go. Roy stares at Sarah, looks at Clark and then stares at Sarah again. He drops Clark and Sarah removes her grip. SARAH YELCHON (CONTD) Now get the hell out of here! Roy and Sarah lock eyes for a few moments. Sarah moves to punch Roy in the face, her fist stopping a few inches from his face. Roy fliches and Sarah smirks. SARAH YELCHON (CONTD) Two for flinching. Sarah pummels Roys face and stomach with her fists. Roy falls to the ground and Sarah goes into a victory pose. MR. CALSON, 44, a balding Jewish man with horn-rimmed glasses walks in. MR. CALSON Sarah, seriously? Again? Sarah groans. SARAH YELCHON Can we just let this one go, please? I was just trying to help out Clark. MR. CALSON Listen, no matter the reason violence on school property is punishable by Saturday detention. You and himMr. Calson points at Roy. MR. CALSON (CONTD) Are going to Saturday detention this Saturday. Mr. Calson writes up a yellow slip for both Sarah and Roy. MR. CALSON (CONTD) Now get the hell out of here, Ostberg. Roy scurries off.

4. SARAH YELCHON But Mr. CalsonMR. CALSON I dont make the rules, Sarah, just enforce them. Trust me, if I did make the rules youd be getting a medal instead of a punishment. Mr. Calson walks away and the cafeteria returns to its loud self. Sarah and Clark sit back down at their table. SARAH YELCHON This totally sucks. CLARK KINGSTON Yeah, for you. Pretty much any other teacher would have pulled me into Saturday detention just because I was standing there. SARAH YELCHON Yeah, youre completely lucky says the guy that almost got his ass kicked. CLARK KINGSTON Key word being almost. The school bell RINGS. SARAH YELCHON Ah, shit. Gotta get to Algebra. Sarah and Clark pick up their bags. CLARK KINGSTON Ill see you after school, okay? Sarah smiles. Okay. SARAH YELCHON

INT. BRIMWELL HIGH - HALL - DAY The bell rings, the clock reads 3:15. Clark opens one of many locker doors and takes out his jacket. He closes the locker door; Roy is behind it. ROY OSTBERG Hey, staying late?

5. CLARK KINGSTON Whats it to you? ROY OSTBERG Well, arent we friends? Clark puts his jacket on. CLARK KINGSTON Not after you overreacted over what happened with Sarah, and definitely not after the stunt you pulled today at lunch. Clark closes the locker door. CLARK KINGSTON (CONTD) What the hell do you want from me? ROY OSTBERG Not much, just your head on a platter. Clark dodges a punch from Roy and Roy simply punches the locker, resulting in a loud CLANG. Roy seizes his hand in pain. CLARK KINGSTON Well, that was lucky. Clark runs off; Roy chases after him. Clark pants and runs as fast as he can but Roy runs faster than he can. Clark looks back to see that Roy is getting closer. Roy catches up to Clark and immediately pins him down. Roy punches Clark in the face; Roy smiles. ROY OSTBERG Oh, Im going to enjoy this after you stole Sarah from me. Roy punches Clark again; Clark spits up blood. CLARK KINGSTON Oh, is this what the schools genuis has succumbed to? Getting jealous over nothing? Nothing happened between me and Sarah. ROY OSTBERG Youre lying!

6. CLARK KINGSTON Oh, I wish I was lying. Sarah doesnt deserve an insecure jealous ass hole like you. Roy growls and curls his hand into a fist. TEACHER (O.S.) Hey, what the heck are you kids doing?! A male TEACHER, 20, bald, pulls Roy off of Clark. Roy smirks as he stands up. Clark pulls himself up and he dusts himself up. Thanks, ICLARK KINGSTON

TEACHER You kids are both being put in Saturday detention. CLARK KINGSTON Wait, what? I didnt do anything! TEACHER Well, I just got here, how do I know that? ROY OSTBERG Hes not entirely innocent, but his punches are very weak. TEACHER Hey; youre on your second Saturday detention, guy. Dont open your mouth until tell you to. CLARK KINGSTON I didnt do anything, sir. I swear! TEACHER Whatever, here you go. Teacher writes up a yellow slip for both Clark and Roy and hands it to them. TEACHER (CONTD) You, Mr. Kingston, take the north entrance. Mr. Ostberg, you take the south. Clark walks down the hall and looks back at Roy from afar. Roy is still smirking.

7. INT. KINGSTON HOUSEHOLD - DINING ROOM - NIGHT Clark sits at the end of fancy dinner table, his meal already made for him. At the other end of the table is MR. KINGSTON, 46, a tall, bulky man in a suit. MR. KINGSTON How was your day, son? Mr. Kingston cuts into a fine steak. CLARK KINGSTON Wheres mom? MR. KINGSTON Oh, she had a Yoga class or something along those lines. Doesnt matter, I got our dinners from the restaurant down the street. CLARK KINGSTON Okay, well I need a ride to school tomorrow. Mr. Kingston stops cutting his steak. MR. KINGSTON Isnt tommorow... Saturday, son? CLARK KINGSTON Um, yeah. I kind of got... Saturday detention. Mr. Kingston drops his utensils. MR. KINGSTON How exactly did this happen to a smart kid like you? CLARK KINGSTON It wasnt my fault! RoyMr. Kingston raises his hand. MR. KINGSTON How are you going to run the family company when you cant even avoid a Saturday detention? CLARK KINGSTON Who says Im going to do that?

8. MR. KINGSTON Well, what else are you going to do? Its not like you have a plan! CLARK KINGSTON Its not something that just appears instantly in my head, Dad! Its my life, I should get to choose what I want to do. MR. KINGSTON If it wasnt for us, son, you wouldnt be where you are. We are the ones that raised you. CLARK KINGSTON Bull shit; it was mostly the nanny took care of me. Talk about great parents, huh? MR. KINGSTON (shouting) I will not be spoken to like that by my son! An awkward silence fills the dining room. MR. KINGSTON (CONTD) What are you going to do with yourself? CLARK KINGSTON I dont know, its not something I can just fabricate in my head. It takes time. MR. KINGSTON You dont have time. Youre a senior in high school, youre four months to graduation. If you dont have a plan, then Ill give you one. Understand? Mr. Kingston picks up his fork and knife and begins carving his steak once again. Clark grabs his plate and stands up. CLARK KINGSTON Understand. Clark walks away.

9. INT. KINGSTON HOUSEHOLD - CLARKS ROOM - NIGHT Clark collapses onto his bed with his cell phone in hand with pajamas on. CLARK KINGSTON Thats complete bull, right? Who is he to tell me to figure out what I want to do. SARAH YELCHON (V.O.) Well, he is your father. CLARK KINGSTON Yeah, I guess. Youre lucky youve got everything planned out. SARAH YELCHON Not as lucky as you think; its a lot of work to get yourself into the police academy. CLARK KINGSTON I bet. By the way, Ill be joining you tomorrow morning. SARAH YELCHON Oh ho ho, I guess it doesnt just suck for me anymore, huh? What happened? CLARK KINGSTON What happened was your exboyfriend. SARAH YELCHON Oh no, whatd he do this time? CLARK KINGSTON He cornered me after school, ran after me, beat the crap out of me and then a teacher came and assumed that we were both fighting instead of it being extremely one-sided. SARAH YELCHON Ah, dammit. At least we get to see him suffer tomorrow morning, right? CLARK KINGSTON I swear, you and I should get a restraining order.

10. SARAH YELCHON Well, well talk about that idea tomorrow, all right? CLARK KINGSTION All right, see you tomorrow. Clark hangs up his phone with the push of a button. He tucks himself into a blanket and rests his head on a pillow, slowly closing his eyes.