Credits. Nails squawking across the world's largest blackboard.
Get a job, Nelle from Ally McBeal.
Back to Introduction To Tonsil Hockey. Dawson wants to know, "What are you doing here?" Eve says sultrily, "At eleven I'm popping out of a cake for Mr. Sax in AP History," then more snappily, "Duh, I'm, like, a student." Dawson doesn't believe her. Eve checks her face in a compact mirror and whispers, "What's the matter, Dawson, never seen a senior girl up close before?" Yeah, okay, and if Eve is a senior, I'm still in nursery school. He's seen plenty of senior girls, Dawson says, but none of them looks like Eve, and then he reads my mind by adding, "Plus, you've gotta be at least -" and Eve warns him, "Watch it," before he can make a tactless (but no doubt accurate) remark about her age. "Older than I am," Dawson says lamely. Eve strolls saucily ahead of Dawson; she thought he'd act "more excited by my sudden appearance." Dawson comments that she usually follows her sudden appearances with equally sudden disappearances, and asks, "Who are you, Eve? First you're this stunning passenger on my bus, striking up conversation, then you're wearing a wig, serving cocktails at the strip club -- now you're a senior at my high school." Eve goes for "mysterious" but takes a wrong turn at "trite and boring" by turning up the corners of her mouth and saying, "You've got it all wrong, Dawson - I'm none of those things. I'm just a girl, standing in a janitor's closet, asking you to kiss her," thus putting the "not" back in Notting Hill. Saved by the bell! It rings, and Eve disengages herself from Dawson and murmurs, "Late for Bio. See ya." Dawson chases after her, knocking over a mop and bucket in the process, and as he bumbles out of the closet, he yells after her wanting to get her last name, only to crash into Mitch "The Flash" Leery and Principal "Gang" Green. It becomes immediately evident that both The Flash and Mr. Green have had at least seventeen cups of coffee already; The Flash, either cracked out on caffeine or buoyed by the fact that he finally got rid of that pesky neck of his, makes a stupid "it's 'Leery,' but you can call me 'Dad'" joke, and he and Principal Green stride down the hall with Dawson between them and say they need his help, they want "an honest student opinion," they want to "revolutionize" the pep rally, blah blah blah steroidcakes. Mr. Green says he'll see Dawson in his office at three o'clock, and Dawson starts to protest, but The Flash thumps him on the chest and says, "Very wise of you to help out, son, in light of the fact that you owe me." You'd think The Flash of all people would notice that his son had just walked, um, OUT OF A CLOSET, but he doesn't. Dawson sighs, "It is so not my day."