At school, Rayanne is giving Rickie the post-mortem on the concert when Angela comes bounding up to them. Rayanne stomps off without acknowledging Angela. Angela whines that she can't believe Rayanne's still angry at her, and Rickie says, "I can see it from your side, but I also see it from her side, and then from my own side. I don't really have a side. Anyway, why'd you do it? I mean, were you mad at your dad?" This catches Angela off-guard, and she asks Rickie why he'd say that. Rickie explains, "Well, with my dad? Who's technically my uncle, but he raised me. I mean, if he gives me something? And I'm mad at him? I can't open it. But that's different. Because I'm somewhat afraid of my dad. I mean, in the past, my dad has broken down my door." Angela allows, "My dad always knocks." Rickie deadpans, "I had a feeling." In other words, shut up, poor little rich girl!
Angela checks under all the stall doors in the girls' room and finds Rayanne in the last stall. To the door, she murmurs, "Rayanne? Rayanne, I feel terrible, okay?" A couple of girls smoking at the opposite end of the room start giggling. Angela sort of strokes the stall door and says, "I have to go to Health in a few minutes." "Why?" Rayanne mutters. "Why do I feel terrible?" Angela asks. "Yeah," Rayanne says. "Because! Of what I did! You didn't get to go to the concert," Angela explains. Rayanne tells her what we already knew -- that Rayanne did go to the concert. Rayanne says that Amber's boyfriend got Rayanne a ticket. She goes for the sink and applies lipstick but totally fails to wash her hands. I'm just saying.
Angela stares balefully at Rayanne's reflection until Rayanne turns and says, "Making you feel bad is too easy. Takes all the fun out of it." Angela's chin starts to quiver. Rayanne tries to help Angela understand: "Look, your dad probably gives you stuff all the time, so it's probably no big deal to you. But to me? The fact that he did that....Face it, I'm envious. I'm a green-eyed monster." Rayanne crosses to another side of the room and busies herself with her bag. Angela briefly rubs her forehead, and then declares, "You don't know everything about my dad. Remember the night we couldn't get into Let's Bolt? I saw him around the corner from our house, and he was talking to this girl, like, in her twenties." Angela delivers this monologue as though damning Graham to hell, but Rayanne just asks, "So?" "So...?" replies Angela, as if saying, "Duh?" Rayanne snorts, "I've been lucky. My dad's had, like, eight different girlfriends since he left, so I'm used to it. But, Angela, whatever your dad may be doing with whatever girl -- and you don't even know if he is -- he's still the type of dad that would lay two Dead tickets on you, out of nowhere. That's what matters." Angela swallows hard.