In the bathroom, Angela splashes water on her face and dabs at it with the end of her woolen scarf. She goes around the corner toward a stall as Sharon comes in with some random groupie. Sharon's saying, "If he, like, knows, and they know that he knows, then I can't believe he didn't tell them. He got a perfect score on the PSAT -- can you believe that? Now he'll be ruined." Okay, she probably isn't talking about Jordan. Random Groupie asks what this has to do with Angela, and Sharon knowingly announces, "Well, that's when they had sex -- her and Jordan? At Brian's house....Can you believe it? Brian watched the entire thing through his kitchen window." Sharon walks toward the stalls, and Angela ducks further into one, concealing herself. Random Groupie says, "I thought you and Angela were really tight." Sharon snorts, "She was, like, my best friend. This whole thing has been really hard for me to accept. But Brian wouldn't lie. So, it's like -- it's like she's this -- it's like she's this completely different person. " "Like a slut?" Random Groupie asks, and Sharon says, "No. No, no, she's not. I think she's just, like, confused." The bell rings, and they both leave. Angela watches them go, and sadly leans her head against the stall.