My So-Called Girls' Room. Sharon is quizzing Angela on Delia's chances with Rickie. Angela's smiling skeptically as Sharon presses her, "So does he ever…you know…with girls? 'Cause she is a real sweetie!" Aw, Sharon. So oblivious. The look on Angela's face says pretty much the same thing; they exit the bathroom as Angela observes that she thought Delia "craved Brian Krakow." Hee. The two girls come up short when they see Rayanne approaching. All three of them stop, not knowing where to put themselves, but eventually Rayanne shoulders her bag firmly and wheels past them, stopping once to look back before rounding the corner. Sharon gently tells Angela to come on, "[they'll] be late for homeroom."

Elsewhere in the hall, Jordan gets a bit of last-minute coaching from an impatient Brian: "Tell her that you're scum, that you're lower than scum, that you're not fit to lick her shoes!" Jordan looks at Brian all, "Yeah, thanks. Except not." Brian "didn't mean to get insulting," but before he can finish apologizing for his outburst, Jordan interrupts to ask what it is that Brian's parents always say, and Brian explodes that "[his] parents are psychiatrists, okay, you can't go by them." Jordan is unfazed: "A…what kind of wish?" Brian rolls his eyes: "An unconscious wish! To punish you. I mean 'her.'" Heh. Angela passes by just then, and Jordan calls to her; she and Sharon turn around, Angela stone-faced, Sharon disgusted. "I'm gonna be late for homeroom," Angela says. Nothing from Jordan. Angela, impatiently: "What?" Another beat before Jordan finally outs with it: "I did an undefendable thing." Angela looks at Sharon all, "Did you hear that?" Sharon rolls her eyes all "whatever" and stomps off. Snerk. Angela walks right up to Jordan, staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and vindication. Jordan forces out, "I created my own prison…and now I have to exist in it," as Angela continues to stare at him as if witnessing a miracle; behind them, Brian opens a classroom door and hides behind it, listening. "Maybe I had a…wish. Or whatever," Jordan says, trying to remember his lines as Brian carefully leans out a little from behind the door. Angela smiles, thrilled, as Jordan continues, "To punish you. An unconscious wish. You've…heard of them, right?" Angela tries to maintain: "Yeah…I, I think so." Jordan fidgets. Angela, in a tone of wonder: "I can't believe…" Brian peeks out a little further. "What you just said was…really amazing!" "I know," Jordan whispers. "Okay," Angela beams. Jordan starts to beam too, but stops: "'Okay' what?" "Okay, now we can have a serious talk," Angela tells him, still smiling. "We just did," Jordan points out, and I have to agree -- what else is there to say after that, really? -- but Angela snorts that he "can't hit a person with something that profound and expect that to be the end of the discussion." "You can't?" Jordan stammers, panicking, then stutters that he, uh, forgot, he's, um, late for homeroom, and he bolts. Angela stares after him, unable to figure out what just happened, and drifts off in the other direction, dazed. Brian swings the classroom door shut and exhales a breath he'd probably held in for the duration of that conversation; looking sweaty and ill and like he doesn't quite know what to do with himself, he pants for a moment before squaring his shoulders and heading around a corner.