Seriously? I just bought this.
Why are you lookin' at me? I don't drink $40 orange juice.
What about Skye? I bet she doesn't have a problem with high-end juice.
Have you seen Skye around here?
Patience still has a restraining order on this house.
- I thought Patience was outta town. - She only left this morning.
Did Patience take my thermos?
I swear I left it right here just last night.
Mmm.
Maybe Patience poured my juice into my thermos for her road trip...
and then put the jug back in the fridge so that I would think that I drank it all.
Look, as entertaining as it is to watch you play juice detective,
I'm trying to finish my résumé. If I don't get a job,
I will fail the next stage of my diversion program.
- When did you manage an arcade? - Okay. Slight exaggeration.
But you have to have a job to get a job.
How you supposed to get a job when you need a job to get a job?
Ask my mom for help.
Who's looking for a job? I'm hiring an intern.
Hard pass. You fired me already, plus it doesn't meet the criteria, anyway.
All right. Well, on that note, I gotta get ready for my job and class.
Uh, listen, Coop, about that firing...
I was joking.
- Okay, what is this? - This is an apology, a long overdue one.
Over the past year, in my unhealthy quest to never be vulnerable,
I, um... I hurt people. People who are important to me.
And you're one of them.
Look, Layla, you had every right to be mad at me.
I mean, I was messing up your business, your money--
No. Coop, you were reeling from losing your ability to rap.
As your friend, I should've been there for you.
So, look, if there is ever anything I can do to make it up to you,
please let me know.
- Okay, well... - Mm-hmm.
Since you're, uh, offering up punitive damages,
you could, maybe, pay my phone bill for this month.
It's not exactly like what I had in mind, but...
- if it will help. - I'm joking.
I'm messing with you. Okay? We good.
Look, Ms. Maritta has me watching Law & Order.
And I've been dying to say that word in a sentence.
I swear.
Hey. We didn't wake you, did we?
Nah, Davita already took care of that.
She wants to meet on campus to finalize stuff for the apparel launch tonight.
I swear that chick don't sleep.
Well, she's thorough, that's for sure.
Yeah, but it's all too much, man.
A few weeks ago, I had a logo. Now I got hats, sweatpants, backpacks...
I got a wide receivers' meeting in an hour.
That's all I need to be focused on.
I can't let this distract me from football.
Wait, low key, are you looking for a reason
to cancel the apparel launch tonight?
- Maybe. - Why?
I mean, you and Davita have worked your butts off for this launch.
You are literally writing an article about the dangers and distractions of NIL.
And you're asking me why?
You're not Wade.
You would never put yourself before the team
and miss practice for some dumb photoshoot or whatever.
This is different. So get out of your head, Spencer.
The launch is just for one night.
I appreciate you.
You wanna ride in together?
Um, actually, I can't. You know, between meeting up with Jenn and classes,
and tracking down this lead for the article,
- I'm just gonna be all over the place, so. - Okay.
- How is the NIL article coming? - Uh, it's fine.
I thought we weren't hiding stuff no more.
I'm just keeping this article confidential, okay,
until I hear from a source and verify some things.
You ain't coming down too hard on Wade, right?
'Cause he's been apologized for that missed practice.
Spencer, I love you, but just because Wade is helping you shine on the field
- does not magically make him a good guy. - Okay.
- Oh, I need to take this. - Mm-hmm.
In private.
- Hey. - Hey.
What's the emergency?
Did the school board fire you, too?
So, uh, I heard that the board is voting on principal next week.
- And it's five to one in favor of Regina. - At least it's not six to zero.
I'm being serious here.
I have never lost this bad in football.
But, uh, there's gotta be something I can do.
As a former administrator, I may have some advice for you,
but you're gonna need to return the favor.
- Okay, I got some problems of my own. - True.
You still got that whiskey stash?
Come on, Carter. If I'm trying to be principal,
I can't be drinking on the job.
I bet you, football Billy would have had a shot with me.
That's right.
Now we're talking.
It is the best I can do. So start talking.
- What? Water! - Mm-hmm.
Yo, yo, yo! What are you doing?
Uh, getting ready for our meeting. What does it look like?
I thought it was just gonna be a quick chat in the juice bar.
Yo, for real, if Coach Garrett sees my branded stuff everywhere, that's my ass.
I'll be quick. I just need your final approval.
My pops would've loved seeing himself as King Crenshaw.
Yo! SJ, my man. Whoa!
Are you launching a line or something?
You didn't tell your teammates about the launch tonight?
I was trying not to make it a big deal, okay?
It is a big deal. And you're supposed to be getting the word out.
Yo, it's too late for modesty, brother. And she's right.
Look, I'm gonna post this to my three million followers,
make sure that you and your line get the love it deserves.
Man, I hope you're ready for some super-fans.
That's a good one.
It's nice.
That's good.
Did JJ forget about his away game? The house reeks of his cologne.
Um...
Hey, hey, hey!
Um, you know we're meeting my dad and his girlfriend, Erin, for breakfast,
and not the Grammys, right?
- You saying this shirt's too dressy? - I mean it's a little, yeah.
Okay, okay, so I was nervous.
Today's a big day for you.
I thought you were gonna keep me calm, but...
- Here, let me fix it. - You didn't like the cologne?
- No, looks nice. You look handsome. - Thank you.
- Shall we? - Yeah, let's go.
Simone? Hey!
So, this is the famous JJ beach house.
I could smell his body spray down the driveway.
Babe, babe, babe! Come here. Oh, my gosh! I missed you.
Major points on a surprise arrival. Look at you.
You sure?
- I feel like I interrupted something. - Interrupt... What?
- No. - No.
Okay.
Oh. I'm so sorry, Coop.
I thought now was a good time, but it's been nonstop since I woke up.
What... What type of business are you running here?
My law one. At least until I get an office space.
Ever since I got Jameal's sentence reduced,
Safron Hosea has referred half the neighborhood to me.
And I don't think they quite understand I'm not a full-time practice yet.
Oh, God!
Make yourself at home.
Hello?
Hello? Laura's Law. Your one-stop shop for punitive damages.
I thought that you said you were spending your fall break at Bringston.
Well, I missed you.
And I figured a nice relaxing weekend...
at home would be exactly what I need
to get me in the right headspace for the tournament.
It's not a problem that I'm here, is it?
- I mean, you and Layla had plans. - No.
No, babe. That was just something with her dad, okay?
She totally understands me bailing.
Plus, it's not everyday I get to show off my home turf to my girlfriend.
I know it's crazy that it took me so long to visit. So I'm sorry.
I guess I was just worried that if I saw everyone, I wouldn't wanna leave.
Hmm.
Maybe you don't have to.
I hear GAU has a great tennis team.
It's very tempting, but,
no, I've put in too much work to quit on Coach Loni now.
Hey, there's Spence, Spencer James!
Get over here. Don't act like you don't see me, boy.
Well, if it isn't the queen of the court herself.
Sure is. How are you doing?
You look good. ATL must agree with you.
Thank you.
- What's up? - What's up?
What the hell was that?
What is going on with y'all two?
- Nothing. - Nothing.
Okay. Well, I hope neither of you have something to do,
because we're not leaving until one of you says why y'all are beefing.
So... who wants to start?
Okay.
So you want me to get Regina to drop out? How am I supposed to do that?
Remind her that being principal stinks. Literally.
It also comes with long hours, lawsuits, and no resources.
- Let me stop before I scare you off. - No, no, no. You won't. I'm in it.
I'm in it. This job is my future.
Lawsuits, stench and all. It's just Regina...
Regina Lawson, she does not scare off easily.
You know, there's always assistant principal?
I should've busted out that whiskey from before.
I know I need it.
What has got you so rattled that you're trying to day-drink
and coming to me for advice?
I got a job in Oakland.
- Okay. - It puts me back in politics
and it paves the way for me to run for governor one day.
Plus, they understood why I resigned from South Crenshaw.
So, um, you're upset because you got a job?
Not just any job, a job that also has you going places.
See, this is why we used to beef in school.
Billy, that's not the point. Yes, the job will take me places, but...
Billy, those places are far away from Grace.
Of course. My bad.
How'd she take it?
Clearly he ain't told her yet. That's why he's whining to you.
Now can y'all two shut up? I came to clear my head.
But I can't get a moment's peace from the high school drama.
This was a private conversation.
Then you shouldn't talk so loud.
Got confirmation.
Wade was directly involved with the incident at his high school.
Waiting on one more source.
Okay.
No, no, no, no.
Nice of you to make it.
I'm so sorry, Jenn. Okay, I got here earlier but the doors were locked.
Yeah, they do that now to make sure people are on time.
So? Did you... Did you get your chip?
I'm so sorry, Jenn. I really wanted to be here for it.
You epically failed at that.
I know, I know. And I promise I'm going to make it up to you, okay?
You're still gonna do my hair later for my grand prix audition, right?
We are on. For sure.
And I swear I will not let you down.
Cool.
Well, I gotta go. My friends are taking me out to breakfast.
Okay.
Um, Jenn?
Congrats.
All right, I gotta get to class.
I'll just see you all at the apparel launch tonight.
Wait, I'm sorry. Run that back. You have your own apparel line?
- Babe, why didn't you tell me this? - Why would I have to?
Spencer's got the best QB in the nation promoting him on Social.
Okay. So y'all are seriously gonna let football
and this Wade guy come in between you two?
- I'm not. - Okay.
You know what? Now would be a great time for us to go get some food, babe.
Just wait until you take a bite outta a burger from The Grill.
I'm good. I already know The Caf has better burgers.
- I'm sorry. Says who? - Yard Yak.
Are you coughing something up?
Yard Yak is a college social feed. You guys seriously don't use this?
Hold on.
- What the hell? - What?
- Does Liv know about this? - What?
Somebody about to pay for this.
- Hey, hey, hey. - Hey!
You ever been on Yard Yak?
Take it you saw the post?
You already knew about it?
How come you didn't say nothing?
I was gonna tell you, but I just didn't think it was a big deal.
Somebody disrespecting you is a big deal to me, Liv.
You know who did it?
Wade.
He's upset about the article that I'm writing.
I'm sorry.
And I'm gonna handle it.
This fool got me twisted, but he's about to find out.
No, Spencer, stop. Okay?
I'm already handling it.
He has a history of this type of behavior. I have a plan.
What do you mean?
I'm not gonna get between you and your teammate.
So just trust me.
And please,
let it go.
Please.
Love you.
So we are just not gonna talk about what happened?
Babe, I know my sister, okay?
And if she didn't say anything about the post,
it's probably because she's already handled
whatever lame-ass posted it.
Jordan, I'm not talking about the post.
I'm talking about the distance between you and Spencer.
Okay, well, you have been gone a while, Simone,
so things around here have changed.
I'm catching on to that.
I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's just that...
when we first got to GAU,
I thought Spence and I were in this together.
Then he stepped into the spotlight,
became the most celebrated freshman on the field.
Jordan, Spencer's always been the star on the field.
But when did that stop y'all from being friends?
Spencer doesn't need me anymore.
I'm not his QB.
I can't help him beat Coastal at homecoming.
I can't even help promote his line with my measly 600 followers.
Unlike Wade.
Okay, can we...
Can we just finally stop talking about this, please?
Yeah, sure.
But for the record, the Spencer that I know
will always need you,
on and off the field, Jordan.
Yeah.
Smoothie?
Okay, all set.
If you wanna take a look, the bathroom's down the hall.
Okay.
So, now we can sit here and discuss this nonsense between Spencer and Jordan15
and figure out what the heck we're gonna do about it.
Forget the boys.
Something is up with Jenn, okay? Something's wrong with her ankle.
Do you guys think it's sprained?
I wasn't really paying attention.
But if it was, I mean, she'd be walking with crutches, right?
Unless she's taking something to mask the pain.
What if she's taking pain pills so that she can dance on her ankle tonight?
Liv, calm down. Okay?
Don't jump to crazy conclusions like this before talking to her at least.
You don't understand addicts, okay?
If she's using, she won't tell me.
I mean, I didn't tell anyone at first when I started using again.
I gotta figure this out.
Hey, Liv, I wouldn't--
- Can I help you find something. - Um...
Jenn, I was just worried. Okay?
You looked hurt and I just wanted to make sure you weren't using again.
And it didn't occur to you to just ask?
And I thought my parents had trust issues.
You know what, don't bother coming to my audition later.
I don't need your negative energy in my life today.
Jenn, I--
I'm... I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.
What?
I mean, the way you hit that route last week, that was...
You thought you was gonna come at my girl and I wasn't gonna do nothing?
- You need to back up off me. - Get off me, bro.
Whoa, hold on. You posted that photo of my sister?
Apparently his bitch ass didn't like what she was plannin' on sayin'
about him in her NIL article.
Yo, I didn't post that.
It's right here, bro.
I don't care about your girl's NIL article, okay?
It's not gonna do anything to me.
We're just supposed to take your word for it?
Look at the date and time, Baker. There's no way I could've posted it.
What? What's he talking about?
It was uploaded during our weekly QB meeting.
What?
Yeah, we can't have our phone during those, okay?
The coach locks 'em away until after the meeting.
My bad, bro.
Look, man, if it was my girlfriend that got targeted,
I'd be doin' the same thing.
Now, whoever posted that crossed a line.
If you need backup when you find the asshat, you let me know.
More apology letters?
Yeah, the last of them.
I got my dad, Patience... and Clay.
I, um...
I wanted to apologize for bailing on breakfast this morning.
Oh, Jordan, that's fine.
Simone's in town. That's much more important.
Yeah, yeah. But, I mean, you know,
breakfast with your dad, and you finally meeting Erin,
- that's important too. - Yeah.
So how'd it go? Do we like her? Or are we slashing tires?
No, we like her. Yeah, we like her a lot. I mean, I didn't really need you there.
So...
- Ouch. - No, I didn't...
I didn't mean like that. It's just...
But, you know, um,
there is someone who could use your support,
somewhere, you know.
Spencer's apparel launch tonight?
- Okay. - Yeah.
- That was a horrible segue. - Okay, whatever.
Simone seems to think you're not going.
And Simone would be absolutely correct.
Jordan. Okay, if I can go and support after everything we've been through,
you can go.
Just set the drama aside, for one night.
Pretty please.
- Okay. Okay. - Okay.
You know what, for the record, Layla, whatever you just did
with your eyes and the whole sweet little pleading thing,
totally unfair.
Totally unfair, okay?
I mean, that it's--
Look, why don't you ask Mrs. Lawson
if she'll step aside and let you have the job?
'Cause Mrs. Lawson don't wanna step aside.
She's got a brand new grandchild,
complains she doesn't see her enough because she's always working.
Said she always thought she'd be retiring soon and not taking on more work.
Hold on. How do you know all this about her?
I just talk to her.
Asked her directly about her life.
If I've learned anything about women,
they appreciate direct honesty.
And that applies to Mrs. Grace too.
Be direct.
Tell her exactly what you want.
Assuming you know.
Thanks for coming through with the DJ.
Uh, yeah, of course. Happy to help a friend.
I'm glad we're back to being friends.
And you're starting to seem a little like your old self.
We missed her.
Yeah, she's kind of making a comeback.
Since confronting Carrie, I've felt more like myself again.
Welcome back, Layla Keating.
Thank you very much, Spencer James.
- Good luck tonight. - Thank you.
Babe, I just wanted to show you this crazy setup.
- Glad you didn't let me bail. - Me too.
Hey, what's up?
I thought you was at Jenn's audition.
Yeah, she kinda disinvited me.
It's not a big deal. Um...
Sponsor-Sponsee confidentiality.
You've been referencing a lot of confidentiality clauses lately.
I know. But I don't wanna talk about Jenn or Wade and the article.
I just want to celebrate you.
Okay, real quick, on that Wade stuff.
He did not post that photo of you.
Spencer, just 'cause he's your QB--
No, I confronted him.
He came clean. It wasn't him.
- And you just believe him, like that? - Liv--
- Hey, we need to start now... - Davita, not now.
Yes, now. We're about to welcome guests, and we need to go over your speech.
Speech?
- I'm sayin' somethin' now? - Of course.
- Okay. I'll let you handle your business. - Wait, Liv...
- Okay, I, uh-- - Shh.
- Hear that? - Hear what?
Exactly.
All right, I don't mean to disturb your peace,
but this is a list of all the clients that I've been talking to.
Most of them are expecting a follow-up tomorrow,
but I'd call Ms. Singer first
because her statute of limitations is runnin' out.
- Thanks, Coop. - You're welcome.
You know, I was listening to you all afternoon.
You handled those prospective clients pretty well.
Even gave them some good advice.
Yeah, it was fun talkin' to people from the neighborhood.
It's a shame being my assistant doesn't qualify for your diversion program.
Oh, wow.
This is really amazing.
I'm glad you changed your mind.
- The pleading worked. - Something like that.
Well, you both look great.
I'm just happy you made it.
Actually, could I borrow Jordan's height over by the hat wall?
Yeah.
You don't need my permission. Uh, I'll just grab us drinks.
Right. Could you hold this?
Okay.
- Those go there. - Yeah.
- Um, who invited Clay? - Uh, I did.
Are you, like, getting back together with him?
No. No.
He's just the last stop on my apology tour.
That's right.
Low-key wish someone would just make this apology for me.
Well...
Now someone else can.
Because you know why? You're not Layla anymore,
you are her fearless alter ego, queen of Crenshaw, Laylani.
- Laylani? - Laylani.
- Oh, okay. - Yes.
I thought I'd met all the pretty girls in LA.
Please don't tell me that actually works for you?
Sometimes.
I'm Clay.
Oh.
- You're Layla's Clay. - Yeah.
- So, what, that work for her? - I had other, uh,
persuasive powers.
At least till he showed up.
Seriously?
Vin, do you have something you wanna say?
I'm really sorry about the post.
Wait, you did that?
I overheard your interview with Wade and knew he was pissed.
I was just trying to get on his good side and...
Look, I'm so sorry.
Okay? Apparently this dumbass thought it would impress me.
It didn't.
I promise he's gonna be doing push-ups until his arms fall off.
Go.
Again, I'm so sorry.
You okay?
I guess I...
was wrong.
And...
just feels like a common theme with me lately.
Yeah, well, we all have those days.
But, right or wrong,
I love you.
All right?
Okay, Dapper Dan, you ready?
Davita says it's time for your speech.
Coop, I don't know half the people here.
What am I meant to say? This...
This publicity ain't me, man.
For the love of God, enough already, bro. We get it.
This ain't you. All right? But NIL ain't going nowhere.
And neither is your star power.
Besides, you're not doin' this for you.
You're doin' it for all these kids out there
scoopin' up your merch like it's on fire.
You got Dillon's artwork on display on that merch?
I mean, kids look up to you and him now and think,
hey, maybe they could be the next Spencer and Dillon James.
So, stop whinin', bro.
Get your ass on that stage and give 'em the dude they look up to.
What she said.
I appreciate you all for comin' out.
It is wild to think that just a few years ago,
I was fightin' in the halls of South Crenshaw High.
And now I'm at Golden Angeles with my own apparel line.
I got a lot of dope people to thank for helpin' me on this journey.
My moms and Coach Baker especially, I love you.
Y'all make a great tag team.
Listen, I'm gonna keep this real and I'm gonna keep this short.
Y'all know I'm not fully comfortable with this kind of attention.
But a good friend reminded me, kind of rudely,
that the spotlight ain't on me.
It's on all y'all.
This community is responsible for makin' me the person I am today.
And that's why I don't wanna wait till the NFL to give back.
I'm doin' it now.
A quarter of the proceeds from my apparel line
is gonna fund scholarships for kids right here in South LA,
to attend art camps,
like the one where my brother created King Crenshaw,
and football camps and any other camps that further our dreams.
So thank you all once again for comin' out.
And God bless.
Hey. Do you have a minute?
Was wondering if you're gonna talk to me.
Surprised to hear you booked my DJ for the event.
She's good at what she does.
And you weren't answering my calls, so...
I thought we had nothin' left to say
since you made it clear that you were done with me.
Clay, um...
I was in a bad place earlier this year, and pushing everyone away.
You caught the brunt of what I was going through.
I'm sorry.
That's... That's all in this letter.
You didn't push Jordan away.
We've been friends for a really long time.
Clay, can you take the letter, please?
I'll see you around, Keating.
What's up, y'all?
- Hey. - Hey.
Shouldn't you be somewhere talking Mrs. Lawson out of the race?
Yes. I did speak to her and you were right.
She's looking to free up some time.
And apparently, I've impressed her enough
where she doesn't think I'm gonna mess up the school, so...
- It's a good thing. - Wait, so,
she's dropping out of the running for Principal of South Crenshaw High?
Yes, on one condition.
She wants me to earmark someone to bring onboard
as Dean of Student Affairs.
Someone who cares about the kids as much as she does,
has the right values, time,
energy. If I can line this up, I get no competition,
she likes my odds.
Okay. You have someone in mind?
Why you looking at me like that?
Whoa. You moving back in?
Tempting, but no.
I actually need to talk to you.
Did you start a Laura's Law review page?
Um...
No contest.
So, yes.
Look, Mrs. Baker, I'm sorry.
I was only trying to help. Did you... You got a bad review or something?
Thanks to you, my law practice is now one of the highest rated in South LA.
And now that all of Crenshaw district has my number,
I'm gonna need some help.
Okay, so you want me to find you an assistant?
No.
I want you... to come work for me.
But I thought assisting you didn't meet the criteria for the program.
It doesn't,
but being a pre-law apprentice does.
Under one condition.
You've got to be enrolled in a college.
Even if it's online.
What do you think?
I don't know. You think I could do this?
Oh, I know you can.
- All right? - Yes?
Yeah.
Well, I guess you're gonna have to learn some things
from someone other than Detective Benson.
Like what punitive damages actually are.
And we are not calling my practice Laura's Law.
Okay, then, how about Law and Laura?
Or Laura's Legal.
Okay.
Better Call Baker.
No?
Um, I think I'm gonna
go home.
It's been a long day and I'm tired.
Uh...
Or we could jump in the hot tub.
- I'll get the jets going. - Jordan, I don't have my suit.
And that's a bad thing?
What's going on with you and Layla?
What are you talking about?
Something shifted between the two of you...
and there's a connection, Jordan.
Yeah, sweetheart. A friend connection.
I mean, Layla's been through a lot this year.
I mean, we both have and... Well, we've been there for each other.
Simone.
Look, I haven't cheated on you.
Okay? If that's what you're thinking, I mean...
How is what I share with Layla as a friend any different
from what you share with Damon at Bringston?
- So what? This is payback? - Payback?
Payback for what exactly?
I thought that you said that you and Damon were... just friends?
Okay, well, this is not about me and Damon.
The hell it isn't.
What was it that you said when I came to visit?
There was so much...
emotional entanglement between the two of you
that you had to try to put up boundaries.
And you have the nerve to come at me over Layla?
At least I admitted... to you that Damon and I were close.
Jordan, you don't even see what's going on.
- Which is worse. Everyone-- - Everyone?
'Cause everyone can see it.
Layla and I have been best friends since we were kids.
No. She has been Olivia's best friend since you were kids.
Look, I...
I don't have feelings for Layla.
Okay? I love you, Simone, and you--
You know what? You trying to push this Layla point
to make you feel less guilty about whatever is happening at Bringston...
that's not fair.
- So that's really what you think? - Yes.
No. No.
Okay, look, all I know is that...
All I know is that you are there and I'm here.
Okay? And this just keeps getting harder and harder.
Jordan, have you ever thought that maybe
this is so hard...
because despite how much we love each other...
maybe we're holding on to something
that we just don't need to hold on to anymore?
Whoa.
Sweetheart.
Maybe we just call it a night.
Okay? Before one of us says something that we can't take back.
Like what?
The fact that maybe we shouldn't be together anymore?
Jenn?
Can I talk to you?
Give me a second.
Um...
I'm so sorry.
Sorry for almost ruining your big moment.
And for missing the meeting.
And for violating your trust.
I know it's not gonna make up for everything.
But... Nurse Joy gave that to me on my six months.
And it's kind of tradition to pass it down the sponsorship line, so...
I...
- I can't take this. - Why not?
So, I...
did sprain my ankle a few weeks ago.
And I did think about using.
And I tried to tell you.
But you're so hard to get ahold of, so...
I started talking to somebody else in the program.
She helped me find
alternative ways to manage pain and...
I didn't mean for it to happen, but I guess
she kind of became my pretend-sponsor and...
And now I think it's best if she's just my sponsor-sponsor.
Wow.
Plot twist.
I mean, guess that explains why you've been so distant lately.
No, I'm not mad, Liv.
You got me here.
You got me to stop using.
You got me to take this program seriously.
That's why I had the strength to
move on when my sobriety was at risk.
That took a lot of courage, Jenn.
Courage that I didn't have
when my first sponsor stopped calling me back.
No.
I want you to still have this.
'Cause official sponsor or not,
you can always call me.
I will never be too busy again.
And that's a promise.
Thank you for coming by.
- I have something I want to tell you. - Do you mind if I go first?
I just need to say this before I lose my nerve.
Everything okay?
I got a job in Oakland.
But I've been hesitant to accept
because Crenshaw, it finally felt like home.
Then I realized that
it didn't feel like home because I live here.
It felt like home because you live here.
Grace...
you're my home.
Which is why I was wondering if you wanted to move up north with me.
- Babe, uh-- - No.
You don't need to answer now.
- Okay. - I know that everything you love is here.
I just needed you to know what I want for our future.
If you leave...
not everything I love
would be here.
I just don't think I can move right now.
It's what I wanted to tell you.
Billy offered me a job at South Crenshaw High.
His Dean of Student Affairs.
I get to play a bigger part in shaping Dillon's future
and the other kids at South Crenshaw.
"I love you, Jordan.
This breakup doesn't change that.
I have to believe that.
What we had was special.
And I promise,
we didn't fail because we grew apart.
We just grew.
I know that doesn't really make this hurt any less.
So, my last plea before I go,
please fix things with Spencer.
Even if he won't say it to your face,
I heard his speech.
You two need each other.
You might not see it right now,
but that's something else that will never change."
Hey, is Simone still here? I wanted to thank her for...
I got you.
Make sure you put your name on that before Patience drinks it.
Oh, uh, Patience didn't finish the last one. I did.
Sorry I put it back in the fridge.
It's hard to tell when those big, fancy jugs are empty.
Damn.
I guess I'm not the hard-hitting journalist that I thought I was.
- Because I drank your orange juice? - No. Because I
literally blew up my life over a crap ton of wrong assumptions.
You couldn't have done that much damage in one day, Liv.
Well, Patience stopped texting me back
after I chewed her out over drinking all my OJ.
Jenn dumped me.
And Spencer nearly ruined his future at GAU
because I wrongly accused Wade.
- You are efficient with your time. - It's not funny, Layla.
I spent all day trying to expose people for things that they didn't do.
How is that good journalism?
I think I'm dropping this NIL article before I make things any worse.
Liv. Okay, so you followed a few incorrect leads.
Your instincts are usually right.
Yeah, but it doesn't matter if they're doing more harm than good.
I don't want Spencer or anyone else to get hurt
because I can't stop looking for a story.
And I've already made things hard enough for him and his QB,
so I just...
Now you see. I always got your back.
Hey, I appreciate you finding out who posted that crap about Liv, man.
- Yeah. - And for showing up for me today.
Enhanced Water hit me up about a possible brand endorsement.
Hell yeah. It's not a problem, man.
- We're a team, right? - Yes, sir.
- I think the kid's had enough, bro. - All right, I'll give him a break.
All right.
Hey, you're all good. You can relax now, kid.
A deal's a deal.
You took the fall for me, I'll put in a good word with Garret.
Dude, I can barely feel my arms.
How am I supposed to practice tomorrow?
That's not my problem, fresh meat.
- I'm sorry about Simone, Jordan. - Thank you,
but I'm done talking about it for today.
I thank y'all for meeting us so late.
I figured me and J could use some time at our favorite place,
- with our favorite people. - No invite for your fav QB?
Wade may be one of the best QBs in the nation,
but you're always gonna be the best QB for me, man.
And I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise.
So, we ready for a game of two on two?
- What do you say, twin? - Hmm?
- Team Dumped? - No way. I want Layla. Um...
I just mean that... I just... What I mean by that is,
Layla and I played together at the park last week
and she was a beast, okay? Y'all ain't ready.
- Layla's a beast on the field? - Mm-hmm.
- Why do you act so surprised? - Let's prove it to 'em!
- Let's go! - Hut!