Sure. I moved around all the time. It's not "so cool" and the worst thing to be in high school is the continual "new kid." Why am I debating Logic and Reason to Get Real? Anyway, Goo-Eyes and Psycho Mantis chat for a few minutes more. It's real Emmy-worthy stuff like, "No time to play coy with the ladies." And, "You, you lived in Europe? Oh my God, now, now you're, you're like treading on my personal fantasy here." "I could have to live there again. Maybe next time you should come with." "Ah. You do move fast. Wow." "No time for coy, remember?" "Oh, like tell me that wasn't coy." Then Meghan asks if Sideburn Sykes knows any other languages, which cues him going all French Talk on her. She says that she takes Spanish, so she'll need him to translate. He says some creep talk about how she's the most interesting girl blah, blah, blah facial haircakes. Meghan rolls her eyes so high even the Romanian judge has to give her a ten and says, "Stop right there. You are such the lying smoother." Giggle, giggle, giggle. "Smoother"? Hey, Get Real writers: Uh, no. Sorry. Not workin'. Vomitous, pamie. Meghan commands more French from Sideburns but he says she'll have to wait until tonight. They stand real close as they agree to "hook up" later. Meghan beams so wide that her cheek shatters and some of it sticks in her hair. Flip, flip, flip. Back to normal. Ferret comes down and makes my face twitch by speaking. She comments on Meghan's "whole far-away look-thing happenin'." They watch Sideburns open his locker. These guys never go to class but they all have to check their lockers over and over again. Ferret asks if this is the new "exotic transfer student." "Only exactly yes," Meghan says. Only exactly whatever. "Trent Sykes," Meghan clarifies. "Mr. Sykes has a nice butt," chirps Ferret. Meghan jumps up. "I'll trade ya!" Okay, she doesn't say that, but you know she meant to. Meghan asks if she's in trouble and Ferret giggles that she probably is and they walk along merrily as if Meghan hasn't been swapping spit with Ferret's boy for the past two weeks. Bad edit and Ferret and Meghan are walking down the crowded, silent hallway discussing how there are some boys that you want to take "to the altar" and some that you just want to fool around with. Ferret tells Meghan that she has to decide which one Sideburns is and what she wants to do with him. Ferret mentions something about her own relationship, and Meghan groans, "Oh, how is that going?" "Me and Clay?" Ferret asks, I guess because Meghan makes it sound like she finds her boyfriend revolting. Ferret says that Clay is one of those boys you want to take to the altar. Meghan looks like she's going to either throw up or Jerry Springer Ferret's ass as the five-note Get Real jingle kicks off on piano. "Well, that's, that's just great," Meghan hisses through her teeth. Bitch. You can't have your Clay and eat Trent too.