Weirdly abrupt cut to the hallway. Brian's at his locker; Jordan's walking purposefully towards him. Brian turns, sees Jordan, and freaks out, grabbing the tape out of his bag and snarling, "You want it? Here, here, here it is, okay, just take it, just -- satisfied?" and yanking the tape out of the housing. Jordan stares at him, utterly befuddled. Brian relents a little: "You -- see, it doesn't matter who has the stupid tape, it happened. It can't be, like, erased." Jordan, getting annoyed, says he just wanted to know if they had tutoring that day. "Oh," Brian says, blanching, and starts stuffing the unthreaded tape back into his bag. "So what was on the tape?" Jordan asks suspiciously. Brian laughs nervously.
In class, Rickie gathers his things as Rayanne asks him to "wait up." Rickie makes with the fake. Rayanne asks mildly how long "the two of [them] are gonna keep this up." "Keep what up?" "You and Angela, the silent treatment." Rickie snaps that he's talking to Rayanne right now, isn't he? "Barely," Rayanne smirks. Rickie wants to know what reaction Rayanne expected, exactly, and Rayanne looks taken aback for a moment before grunting, "Forget it," and starting to stomp off. "No, I mean it, Rayanne -- what did you expect her to feel like?" Rayanne makes a moue: "She didn't even hear my side." Rickie makes an eloquent "whaaatever, honey" face and walks away, and Rayanne bitches at him to think what he wants: "You will anyway!" She slumps against the blackboard and closes her eyes.
The Only Girls' Bathroom In School. Delia, attempting to find a dispenser with actual soap in it and failing, is surprised by Rickie bursting in to look for Angela. Startled, Delia leaves, and Rickie calls out for Angela, saying he knows she's in there. He finds her crouching on the radiator; she says she has to "be alone." "You've been alone," he tries to point out, but she says, "I mean, for, like, years," and then starts wailing about how could they do that, who do they think they are, and she could kill them both with her hands. Rickie inserts the occasional soft "I know," and tells her she can't hide in the bathroom forever. Angela says stubbornly that she's "not risking the risk [sic] of running into her. Or him, or…God…him…and her." Rickie says that's not likely, since "they're, like, completely avoiding each other." Angela says with great effort that she "can't talk about…them, like…a 'them.'" "I know," Rickie whispers, sad for her. Finally, Angela looks up: "So they're, like, avoiding each other?" Rickie walks over to her and says firmly that Angela "can't let their stupid actions, like, control [her]." Angela sighs. "You've gotta lead your own life," Rickie adds. On the point of tears, Angela says fine, fine, "two can play at that game," and Rickie starts to look worried: "What game?" Angela complains that Rayanne and Jordan think she's "some innocent little twit who they can treat as bad as they want," but she'll prove them wrong. With a perfunctory "thanks," she shoves out of the bathroom, leaving Rickie to steep in the irony. "You're welcome," he mutters, lost in thought, as the door swings closed.