Brian works in the computer lab when Angela mopes in and stands hovering behind Brian. He turns and asks, "What?" and she sneers, "Look, I don't even want to talk to you." "Good, then don't," mutters Brian. She walks around to the side of his desk and asks, "Did Rickie have the gun?" Brian quickly snaps at her to give him a break, and she says, "Look, it's just [that] you don't know the whole situation. I just don't want to see him hurt." "'Him hurt'?" Brian demands, eliciting a "shhh!" from an unseen teacher or fellow student. "What about me?" Brian asks. "This is the police now. Am I supposed to get kicked out of school protecting someone I don't even know?" "Don't ask me," Angela pouts. Brian goes on: "And you know, this has nothing to do with the truth. Nobody's interested in the truth -- all they care about is what they want to believe." Angela leans in and snarls, "If you're so incredibly concerned with the truth, why did you lie about me?" Brian tells her that her name didn't even come up, and Angela hisses, "Not the gun thing -- to Sharon!" "Shhh!" again, and Angela explains, more quietly, "What you said to her about me and Jordan Catalano?" Brian asks what she's talking about, and Angela fills him in: "I heard her, Brian! You told her terrible things -- false things. You lied to her." Brian slowly lowers his head to the desk and says, "I didn't lie to her, I just --" Angela recoils a little, and Brian adds, "What difference does it make? I can just imagine what she did with it. But it's just...that you lied, too." Angela stands up, proving that she can't handle the truth. Brian continues: "When you said you didn't know anything about Jordan coming over that night. Because I've thought about it for, like, fifty hours." Angela shoots him a resentful look -- as if she has any right to -- and Brian says, "You knew it, didn't you? You used me." Angela feebly says, "It's not the same." Brian argues, "Maybe it is. Because you just did what you wanted, and you didn't care about what damage it did to anyone else." Angela quietly asks, "What damage did it do to you?" Brian hesitates, and Angela walks out.
Angela goes up a staircase, hears Jordan calling her name and following her, and completely ignores him! Wow. Eventually he catches up to her and she stops. He asks how she's doing, and she politely says, "You know. Life goes on." Jordan says, "Look, I was thinking about what I said to you yesterday -- you know, the thing." "Right, the thing," Angela repeats cheerily. Jordan says, "Yeah, look, I'm sorry about that. Afterwards, I thought it through [aw, he did? He thought?], and, I mean, I could see where you got upset." Angela says that she wasn't upset, and Jordan says, "I mean, some girls wouldn't be, but you -- you're not like that, so I just wanted to say, you know, I'm sorry." Under the circumstances, that's as decent an apology as a girl could hope for. Angela assures him, "No, it's really okay. I mean, it wasn't a problem. I really didn't think about it." I don't think that is quite true, and I'm right; she starts to walk away, then turns back and says, "I mean, I did think about it, and I thought, maybe what you were saying wasn't so wrong." Hey, she twisted it around on me! Jordan says, "No, it was really wrong." "Why?" Angela asks, and Jordan goes on: "And I just want to let you know, if it'll make you feel better, I'm just gonna make it real clear that I don't, like, have any real interest in you or anything. You know, so they'll stop saying all that." Angela bites her lip, and the bell saves her from bursting into tears right in front of him. Jordan adds, "You know, that I barely even know you -- which is, of course, true -- and that, basically, you and I mean nothing to each other. So that should solve the problem." The camera zooms in on Angela's face as she bravely says, "Thanks." Jordan walks up a few steps past her, then leans back to say, "It's the least I can do, you know." "Right," says Angela, her face crumpling into a ball.