My Life as a Dead Girl2015

Zach:
Feeling better?

Brittany:
Huh?

Zach:
You got sick during that pop quiz in Phelps' class this morning.

Brittany:
[unaffectedly, arms crossed] Oh, yeah. I'm okay now. Probably going to drop that class anyway.

Zach:
That's a terrible idea. I won't get to see you as much. [both chuckle]

Brittany:
That might take a backseat to the fact that I didn't know a single answer on that test.

Zach:
I knew them all.

Brittany:
Good for you.

Zach:
No, that's why I'd make a great tutor. And luckily I have an opening in my schedule, so... [whistle] oh, come; jog with me. We start by doing laps; it's stupid.

Brittany:
It's a nice offer, but, uh, I don't even know how long I'm gonna be at this school anyway, so, I wouldn't waste your time. [chuckles a little]

Zach:
Where you goin'?

Brittany:
Jamaica.

Zach:
[friendly] Oh, where at?

Brittany:
It's-it's in the Caribbean.

Zach:
I know that; where at in *Jamaica*? Ocho Rio, Negril, Montego Bay...?

Brittany:
Negril? What are you, like some geography nerd?

Zach:
My family goes down there every year to vaycay. Yeah, sometimes Punta Cana or the Bahamas, but yah, man. [in an accent] I've been to Negril a few times.

Brittany:
That's amazing. I have, like, a million questions about it.

Zach:
Okay, well, how about we discuss it on our first-ever study session together today after school?

Brittany:
[relenting] Fine. You win. [he raises his arm in victory] I'll suffer through that history class.

Zach:
I'll make it less painful, I promise.

Brittany:
Just don't make promises you can't keep. [whistle blows twice]

Zach:
Never have; never will! [whistle blows for a long period of time without break]