Ep. 7 Barracuda

(In school, Kendra's locker)

(J.T. runs up to Kendra)

J.T.: Hey! How are you holding up?

Kendra: Fine. Hey I can't hang out today. My mom's finally seriously thought about the fact that I'm pregnant, and she's not too happy.

J.T.: Do you want me to talk to her for you?

Kendra: No... really, J.T. Just don't.

J.T.: Oh... ok.

(Bell rings)

J.T.: Have a good day, hon-

(She walks away)

J.T.: -ey.

(Paige and Spinner are walking to Math Class)

Spinner: So what'd you do yesterday?

Paige: Shopping with Mom. Enough said.

Spinner: Cool. Look, I'm sorry about everyone being so immature.

Paige: It's not your fault. They'll grow up someday. Just like you said.

(In Math)

Ellie: So you wanna stop by the gallery today?

Jimmy: I'd love to.

(Craig looks over)

Craig: Hey! Do you mind if I tag along? Haven't talked to you guys in a while, and every time I call, you're always at the art gallery. I want to know what all the excitement's about.

Ellie: Aren't you busy with Ash or something?

Craig: Ash can wait. Some things are more important.

Jimmy: Ok. Meet us there at 6.

Craig: (Smiles at Ellie) I'll be there.

(At the hospital)

Kendra: Mom, I can't do this. Not without telling J.T. He was so happy!

Mom: I know, but you cannot have a baby. You're too young.

Kendra: But weren't you happy for me not too long ago?

Mom: Yes, but I wasn't myself at the time.

(Kendra sighs)

Mom: Kendra, you told me at 3 in the morning...

Kendra: I guess... maybe... you're right.

(A doctor comes out and walks up to them)

Doctor: I'm guessing you're Kendra Mason?

Kendra: Yes.

Doctor: Are we all set?

Kendra: I guess.

Doctor: Well here you can't guess. You have to be sure.

(Kendra looks at her mom, her mom nods)

Kendra: Yes. I'm sure.

(On the phone)

J.T.: So how are ya, Little Van Sandt?

Danny: Good. How's the baby?

J.T.: Great. We're so happy.

Danny: I'm happy for you too. I'm just surprised that her mom isn't making her get an abortion.

J.T.: Yeah... Me too.

Danny: Hey, I gotta go. Lib's gotta use the phone.

J.T.: Bye.

(They hang up)

J.T.: (To himself) I least I hope her mom isn't.

(At the art gallery)

Ellie: This stuff is amazing... Pure genius.

Jimmy: Yeah, my favorite is the-

Craig: Yeah! Genius! I love art so much. Thanks for letting me come.

Ellie: Yeah... no problem, Craig. I'm gonna go look at the sculptures.

Craig: Ooh, me too! I love sculptures! Love em, love em.

Jimmy: Ok... I gotta go outside and call my dad quickly. Be back soon.

(Ellie gives him a hurried look)

Craig: Let's go!

(He grabs Ellie's hand and pulls her to the sculpture section)

Ellie: So... is everything ok with Ashley?

Craig: Yeah, great. So how about this one?

Ellie: It's great.

Craig: Just like you, El.

Ellie: Um... thanks?

(Craig moves closer to Ellie)

(Jimmy comes in)

Ellie: Jimmy!

Jimmy: Ellie! (Chuckles) What's up?

Ellie: Just happy to see you.

(She kisses him)

Jimmy: Hmm... I'm happy to see you too.

(They kiss again)

Craig: Uh... guys, I think I might...

(He leaves quickly)

Jimmy: Oh well...

(Next day at school)

(Kendra is walking down the hall looking down)

(J.T. walks up to her)

J.T.: Hey honey... are you ok?

Kendra: Yeah, I'm fine.

(Bell rings)

Kendra: Talk to you later, J.T.

J.T.: Ok, but Kendra-

Kendra: Bye.

(She walks away)

(In homeroom)

Ellie: Do you have any idea why Craig was being so weird yesterday?

Jimmy: No... but...

Ellie: But what?

Jimmy: He told me he wants to break up with Ashley.

Ellie: Oh. Makes sense now.

Jimmy: Yeah... but I think he wants to break up with Ash...for you.

Ellie: What! But, Jimmy, he knows we're together.

Jimmy: Yeah... but at the gallery...

Ellie: Oh yeah. I see your point. Well... maybe I should talk to him.

Jimmy: No, I will. Don't worry. It'll be ok. I promise.

(Bell rings)

(At lunch)

(Kendra is sitting alone)

J.T.: Kendra? Will you please talk to me?

Kendra: Sure. What's wrong?

J.T.: What! I should be asking you that question!

Kendra: J.T., I have to tell you something.

J.T.: Ok, what?

Kendra: My mom... made me get an abortion...

End