( music playing )
Robby... hi!
Get excited... roomie.
Rhyme:
This... is... theater.
Rodeo, Rodeo. ( coughing )
Are you okay?
- I'm Ty. - I know-- I mean, I'm Luna.
Maybe you should come to this.
"Praise."
Here's a tip. It's my number.
Text me.
Rooney, these are amazing!
Catch up with you guys later?
I suck at math.
I would love to tutor you.
- Sup? - Sup?
Sup? Your app is banned.
From the school and school-run premises.
Brooke, this is your last chance.
Or else, it's back to lame little freshman Ellie.
I have a family emergency.
Unless you know what they say what happens here.
What do they say?
♪ Tell me what you like ♪
♪ Tell me who you want now ♪
♪ We can be whatever we want ♪
♪ 'Cause we have a strange... ♪
( crowd applauding )
So sorry, I forgot. I just--
No, no more "I'm sorrys," we need to nail this.
Are you even a dancer, Brooke?
Keep up or get out.
Um, maybe try and get some atmosphere shots.
- Okay. Yeah. - Like, around the room or...
of like the signs, of the gym, of the dancers?
Got it. #Peprallyvibes!
This is Attaway.
- Mm, I'm gonna go down there to get some-- Cool. - Yeah, let's go.
I can't believe how excited everybody is.
Of course, nothing like a little tribalism to inspire the masses.
What?
Attaway versus Millwood.
It gets everyone going.
Quinn: I still can't believe Ellie even made the dance team.
Rhyme: I know, I feel bad.
Everyone's glaring at her. She looks so nervous.
Whatever. She dropped us like flies.
Karma is a real B.
I don't know.
It just sucks how much she's changed.
I miss the old Ellie.
Yeah.
Uh-oh.
I think she's gonna puke.
Yep, it's definitely her puke face.
( screaming )
♪ We fly so high ♪
♪ We fly together ( fly together ) ♪
♪ We are a girl gang ♪
♪ Like birds of a feather ( birds of a feather ) ♪
♪ We fly so high ♪
♪ We fly together ( fly together ) ♪
♪ We are a girl gang ♪
♪ Like birds of a feather ( birds of a feather ) ♪
Who would do this?
Millwood, obviously.
My mom told me that they'd always do something
to psych out Attaway before a big game.
Beatriz: We can't let them get away with this.
- Am I right, B's? - But we don't know for sure it was them.
This is a little out of left field.
What about Robby Robbins?
Okay, maybe let's just not jump to conclusions.
Why not? He's back and he's a miscreant.
Robby must hate Attaway enough to do something like this.
Or, maybe even his crazy mom put him up to it.
- Really, Tim? - Call it a journalist hunch.
Journalists are so sexy, don't you think?
Uh, what?
Tim is a genius.
It was definitely Robby.
The cutest guys are always the worst.
I thought we liked bad boys.
Not this one.
Let's go plan our revenge.
Talk to you later, Timmy.
O...kay.
Brooke, are you coming?
She's such a sheep.
Ellie's gone.
It's Brooke now.
Nice dancing last night.
Well, vandalism fiasco?
It sucks that you didn't get to see the whole thing.
I saw enough.
Good enough to be on "Dancing With The Stars."
Oh, stop, I'm not that great.
You really are, though.
Meanwhile, I'm just some guy who...
used to play football.
Hey, you should join "Praise."
I know that you said it's not your type of thing,
but it's not like some "honk if you love Jesus" type of church.
It's pretty chill and fun.
Um, don't get offended,
I just... really don't believe in God.
Okay, well, that's fine.
"Praise" is more of a community type of thing.
And I know you that miss playing football,
so if maybe you joined,
you'd feel part of a team again.
Well, since you put it like that.
Look, I am not making any promises but...
I'll try to be there.
Okay, well, I hope you can make it.
Sup?
You seen Birdie?
Uh, no.
And "sup" is so over.
( music playing )
Sup is not over.
Hey, what's up?
Nothing, just checking in
on "Attaway Appeal's" star photographer.
Well, if you keep shadowing me,
you're gonna take my place one day.
Are these the pics from the pep rally?
Yeah, we got some good ones.
It's so weird that somebody tagged the sign though.
Yeah, I know.
I really love that one.
Yeah.
What do you think of Ace?
Um... I don't really think of him much.
I don't know. He's kinda cute, right?
Maybe he's single.
You guys would look cute together.
I'm-- I'm not really into guys.
Oh. Oh!
I didn't know, I'm sorry. I didn't--
It's totally okay.
Well, now you know.
I wish I had gotten more of the dance team.
Oh, that reminds me. Here.
- What's this? - It's the atmosphere shots.
And I wanted to get your opinions as my mentor.
Your mentor?
Yeah.
Wow, yeah, no, of course, I'd love to,
I'll check them out later.
Thanks.
- I'm gonna get back to-- Yeah. - I'll let you back to-- Okay.
- See you. Bye. - Okay.
( music playing )
I still don't get it.
I hate math.
I'm so bad at math.
- I'm bad at everything. - No, you're not.
You're a great dancer and singer...
and sister.
I don't know about that.
I'm not so sure Rooney would be thrilled
if she knew we're spending all this time together.
I'm tutoring you. It's not like we're dating.
Right. Yeah.
And it's not like she knows about it anyways.
She doesn't have to.
Okay, more math.
Hey, Birdie.
I'm gonna be late for class.
Just ditch, let's go to the bleachers again.
Not today.
What's going on? You wanna talk about it?
I can't deal right now.
What do you-- You can't...
( bell ringing )
Just the man I was looking for.
- Me? - I'm gonna need you to open up your locker, Mr. Robbins.
Why?
I don't need to give you a reason why.
I'm the principal.
Open up.
Okay...
Looks like you just sprayed your future away.
Robby, wait!
- What happened? - I got suspended.
They found a can of spray paint in my locker.
Well, did you tag the sign?
No, Ellie!
Or, Brooke, or whatever you go by these days...
Somebody put it in my locker, I swear.
Okay, and no one believes me.
- You don't even believe me. - Yeah, well you didn't leave
the best impression around here, okay?
You can't blame people for wondering.
Okay, I just hate this place.
You know, I come back and I try to make things better
and no one wants to give me a second chance.
Maybe you need to show people why you deserve a second chance.
It's too late.
Once this whole spray-paint can thing gets out,
everyone's just gonna hate me more than they already do.
I'm just gonna have my mom send me back to Malibu.
Don't be dramatic.
No, I'll see you at home.
♪ To be young and innocent ♪
♪ Is it over now? ♪
Hey, Bir-- Birdie!
- You scared me. - Take it as a compliment.
I don't think we should be hanging out right now.
Whoa, dude, come on.
I'm not a dude.
Birdie, I-- I know.
Hey...
Hey!
Why are you so mad at me? What did I do?
- It doesn't matter. - Yeah, it does.
One minute we're kissing underneath the bleachers
and the next minute you're avoiding me
'cause you act like you hate my guts.
It's just... I don't know.
I don't know that I wanna be getting involved in something.
You know my parents are getting divorced, right?
No, I didn't know.
That's because you never asked.
Everything with you is always fun and games.
What's the point of even explaining it to you?
I know. Let's--
Let's just forget everything and start fresh.
My name's Spike.
Birdie.
Just because your parents hurt you
doesn't mean I'm going to.
( piano fades )
Hey, get over here.
Where's Angie?
Apparently, she's deathly ill
and needs to be on vocal rest.
No way!
'Cause half of the kids in my math class
are also out sick.
What's going on?
Well, you're not allowed to get sick,
'cause we have no understudy for the understudy.
And plus, I desperately need you to help me through this song.
Ooh.
I don't know, this is kind of Angie's part.
This might be your part now.
( music playing )
♪ If I gave you everything ♪
♪ Would you run away with me? ♪
♪ Now's the time to make a move ♪
♪ So please tell me how I prove ♪
♪ That my love is there ♪
♪ On this I will swear ♪
I'm here. As you know they say, "The show must go..."
( music playing )
Oh, my God.