She gets out of the car. He rolls the window down. He doesn't get out of the car. He just shouts at her from the driver's side. Now there's a commitment to making it work. "Will you get in the car!" He sighs. Then he huffs. Then he puffs. Then he threatens to blow the whole place down. She refuses to get in the car. He says, "Fine." He throws her pom-poms out the window. "And take your lame-ass music too." He starts the car. "Have a nice walk home." You know, I never honestly knew that "jerk" was a hereditary disorder. Peyton's lip gloss has magically reappeared on her lips. She screams after him, "Dammit, Nathan! That CD was hard to find! It's an import." Yeah, that's the real issue, Peyton, you get mad about the CD -- not about the controlling, abusive, and out-and-out disturbing relationship that you have with your boyfriend.

Keith arrives back at Karen's Café. He looks through the door; she calls to him that it's open and to come on in. Karen asks, "Is he okay?" Keith shakes his head. "I don't know -- I didn't see him afterward." She gets a coffee cup. "You should have been there." Karen snits, "Well, you shouldn't have gone to Whitey." A wash of old memories of spending hours crying in her bedroom back at her parent's place, while listening to the 10,000 Maniacs' "Eat For Two" on endless repeats, bubbles beneath Karen's relatively calm demeanour as she pours the two of them a cup of coffee. Keith: "I thought you supported this." Karen retorts, "I supported Lucas, I didn't have much of a choice after you went and got him on the team, did I?" Keith smiles. "What's going on?" Karen twists her head back and forth. She pauses. "I should have been there." The tears threaten but never fall: "I thought I was over it, Keith, I really did. But maybe I've just been hiding. I just can't go back there." She looks at him. "The place knows too much."

Riverside Courts. Luke couldn't sink a basket if his life depended upon it. Peyton comes up behind him: "I guess misery really does love company." Luke asks, "What are you doing here?" She says philosophically, "Actually, I'm not here, I was never here." Ah, if a cheerleader falls in the forest, can anyone hear her whine? Poor Peyton, she keeps taking it from Nathan. Poor Peyton, she's not at all who she wants to be. Luke: "You know, I shoot the ball and it goes in, I don't ask questions, I don't think about. That's just the way it is." Peyton: "Or the way it was." He sighs, "Yeah." Blah it's just a game blah. Peyton: "Who cares if the entire school, most of your friends and half the town saw you suck." He smiles, "So you've come to cheer me up." Wait! It's self-defeating sarcasm -- this really is the WB! Whew. All the testosterone-driven basketball had me fooled there for a minute. As Peyton starts to wander away, feeling even more sorry for herself, Luke, a knight in shining sweat, asks, "You want a ride?" He's turning into her personal chauffeur.