In the hall, a bell rings. Angela rounds a corner, spots Jordan, and chases him, beaming as she goes. When she catches up to him, she tells him that she loves what he wrote, she can't believe that he you know, the usual. Jordan tries to interrupt, saying that he's not he's doesn't want to pretend like you know, the usual. Angela doesn't want to pretend either. Jordan tries again with, "I'm glad you liked it, but --" but Angela won't let him talk her out of him, circling around him to say, "No, I didn't 'like' it. I loved it." Jordan looks away from her, uneasy. Angela repeats, with a catch in her voice, "I loved it." Jordan sighs and finally meets her eye, telling her in a near whisper, "I have all these dreams where I know exactly what to say." Angela watches him, enthralled, and her face clearly communicates, "At last, The Troubled Boy With Darkly Romantic Brontëan Issues has chosen to confide in me -- my faith in him has finally paid off," and it's heartbreaking because everyone but her knows that's not what's happening, but she really really wants to believe in Jordan so much, to the point of actively disregarding the fact that the Jordan she knows is incapable of expressing himself the way that letter did, and well, "ouch" sums it up pretty neatly. Okay, so Jordan continues, "And you tell me, you know -- that you forgive me." Gosh, he's pretty. He starts to look away from her. She won't let him, ducking her head around his to kiss him. They mack. Brian sees them from his locker. Long shot of Angela and Jordan smooching. Sad Guitar Of Cyrano. Long shot of Brian watching. Closer-up shot of Angela and Jordan; over Jordan's left shoulder is a poster with a stoplight on it that reads, "STOP." Tight close-up of Brian, his face a mournful blank.
Back from the break, Brian's still staring at Jordan and Angela. Jordan shoots him a quick glance, then looks back at Angela. And here's Rickie to snap Brian out of his sad reverie with a reminder about picking up Our Town tickets that night "at our place -- I mean, Mr. Katimski's." Aw. Brian doesn't answer, so Rickie follows his gaze to see Angela and Jordan walking off together, Jordan's arm slung around Angela. "Oh," Rickie sniffs dubiously, "so they're back together, huh?" "Yep," Brian says loudly, then squares his shoulders: "Of course, she's still gonna die someday." Hee. I've used that line many times; it does have a small, strange comfort to it. Brian adds angrily, "We're all gonna die," and stomps off. Concerned, Rickie follows him: "Brian? Did you do something, or something?" Brian keeps stomping, and Rickie grabs his arm: "Brian -- what did you do?" Brian confesses miserably that he "wrote this letter to her," and falls silent. Rickie: "Oh my God. And she thinks he wrote it?" Brian purses his lips. Rickie says that Brian has to tell Angela, but Brian refuses, bellowing about what difference does it make, so they got together, so what, and "if you, like, analyze why certain people end up with certain other people, it'll make you wanna kill yourself!" Another line I've used many times. Anyway, Rickie looks at Brian and says, gently but firmly, "Tell her." Brian can't -- it "wouldn't be right." Jordan asked him for help; Brian helped him, and he "can't go back on that." Rickie regards Brian compassionately, and frowns. Brian pushes past Rickie, who turns to look at him sadly.