Later that same night, Abalone leaves a completely groveling apology on Brad's answering machine. Brad doesn't pick up the phone. Abalone starts to cry as she's leaving the message and I do sort of feel bad for her but, you know, not a whole hell of a lot. In fact, pretty much, not at all. Shut up, Abalone. Hang up the phone and go watch cartoons or something. I mean it.
Next week: I think there's some sort of formal dance thing going on. Ew. I never went to prom and I really don't think I'm going to enjoy recapping one.