FADE IN.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL ART ROOM – DAY
CHARLOTTE a hippy senior sits at a long table struggling to mold clay into a crooked cupcake with a cherry on top.
BILLY (OC)
Don’t have sex.
Charlotte accidentally squishes the cherry between her fingers.
CHARLOTTE
Shit!
BILLY
Sex smells.
BILLY an overweight, senior wearing a Glass Jaw t-shirt looks up from the detailed clay dragon on the table in front of him. He meets the gaze of CHLOE a skinny, shy, awkward freshman. She is fumbling with something on the seat of the chair next to her. She NODS. Billy returns to work on the dragon.
BILLY (CONT’D)
It smells and not good either like bleach and… weird. They don’t tell you that in health class. Did they tell you that in health class?
CHARLOTTE
(Scoffs)
No.
Chloe shakes her head NO.
BILLY
No. See, they don’t want to expose you to the real shit, only make your parents think they are.
NIXON
Right on.
NIXON is an 18 year-old hippy sitting with his combat boots up on the table and aviators on.
BILLY
If teachers really wanted to stop kids from having sex they’d show a porno, in like 4th grade, full on penetration.
CHARLOTTE
Billy!
Charlotte motions towards Chloe.
CHARLOTTE (CONT’D)
There’s a child among us. Showing penetration would only turn the girls off from sex. We need to be better role models then that.
NIXON
So glad I’m not a chick.
CHARLOTTE
Shut up Nixon.
NIXON
Coo coo ca choo-bitch.
Nixon flips her off. Charlotte THROWS her clay cherry at him.
BILLY
No, Charlotte’s right. All of those sex-ed videos are over a decade old and made by men. If young girls saw how unglamorous their first time is really going to be they’d-
CHARLOTTE
They’d wait for a hell of a lot longer than I did.
She nods at Chloe.
CHARLOTTE (CONT’D)
Remember that.
Chloe smiles back. She is still handling things on the seat of the chair.
PAUSE.
Nixon swings his feet down and leans forward on the table.
NIXON
Doubling the double standard. Guys are totally weirded out by vaginal secretions of any kind. My first time, I fainted with the first squishing noise.
(Shuddering)
Secretions.
CHARLOTTE
PAUSE. Everyone looks at her. Nixon raises his shades.
CHARLOTTE (CONT’D)
I was a surprise grad present so she used ketchup as blood and a Polly Pocket as a fetus to make it as graphic as possible… All it did was give me a food fetish.
NIXON
Doesn’t your boyfriend work at Dunkin Donuts?
PAUSE.
CHARLOTTE
Only on weekends and I’m still a virgin thank you very much. No way am I being a teen mom.
BILLY
See that’s what I’m saying, kids don’t repeat their parents mistakes they fuck up in their own special ways and then their mommies and daddies try and relate, to understand so they draw on their own pasts no matter how irrelevant. We’re going to end up exactly the same.
The bell RINGS.
Nixon flips his shades down. Charlotte throws her cupcake onto the table. She grabs her backpack off the floor. Chloe continues to move things about on the chair.
BILLY (CONT’D)
She looks up at him.
BILLY (CONT’D)
Chloe nods, glances towards the front of the room and hands Billy a ZIPLOC BAG filled with about a dozen joints and a tad of marijuana.
Awesome.
BILLY
Thanks.
CHLOE
You’re welcome.
The three of them EXIT as two FRESHMAN BOYS ENTER. Billy vaguely lunges at the boys who FLINCH dramatically. Charlotte LAUGHS. Chloe picks up her purse and a simple clay cup off the floor. The boys place their books on the table.
FRESHMAN 1
Leave loser.
Chloe tucks a hair behind her ear and SMILES. She walks towards the door.
FRESHMAN 1 (CONT’D)
What are you happy about? Loner freak.
She is still SMILING as she leaves the room.
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END.