NO ONE'S POV:

(Rue watches Nate, McKay, & Y/N get into a truck.)

Rue's Narration: In truth, I didn't have much of an issue with Nate until all the bullshit with Jules.

Rue's Narration: I mean, I never liked him, and once, during freshman formal, he tried to finger me on the dance floor without my permission. But like...[scoffs] it's America. And if they were throwing an end-of-summer party...

(Nate drives past her.)

Nate: Yo, I'd do it for Rue!

Rue's Narration: 'Course I'd fucking go.

(Cut to Nate, McKay, & Y/N in his truck.)

Nate: Yo. The whole world's gonna be talking about how the McKay brothers threw the grimiest fucking banger of the summer.

McKay: I don't know, bro. You know our mom is real OCD.

(Y/N): Still don't know why it has to be our house.

McKay: She notices the smallest shit: a little scratch on the wall, the dishes are out of order.

Nate: Fine. We'll just take a picture of everything, and we'll put it back the way we found it.

McKay: What the fuck is this, Mission Impossible?

(Y/N): [chuckles]

Nate: Would you stop worrying about your mom, and start worrying about all the fucking pussy that we're gonna smash tonight, bro. (Y/N) might actually get some tonight.

(Y/N): Fingers crossed.

McKay: No, no, no, no, no. Wait. Isn't Maddy coming tonight?

Nate: I don't know.

(Y/N): You fucking know.

Nate: I don't give a fuck. She broke up with me. Fuck her.

McKay: See, no, bro. 'Cause she's crazy. I don't want her to come and try to burn my house down. Back me up here, (Y/N).

(Y/N): She wouldn't even be sneaky about it. She would just roll up with a canister of gasoline and a lighter.

Nate: Burn your--

McKay & (Y/N): Yeah.

Nate: Shut the fuck up. Yo. This is exactly what I'm talking about.

(Nate sees Jules riding her bike.)

Nate: Right here. I'm gonna tell you something--

McKay: Nate, don't do anything stupid. Come on.

(Y/N): For the love of God, just drive past her.

Nate: Yeah, yeah.

(Drives alongside her.)

Nate: Hey, yo, what up, B? Yo, how 'bout you come and ride on this dick?

McKay: No, Nate, chill, bro! Come on man.

Nate: [laughing]

McKay: Fuck, bro.

Nate: Whoops.

(Y/N): You're officially the meanest person I know.

Nate: "Meanest person I know." McKay, when did your brother start sounding like a bitch?

McKay: Dude--

(Y/N): Nah, nah. I got this. Pull over.

Nate: You want me to pull over?

(Y/N): Did I stutter?

Nate: What are you going to do if I pull over?

(Y/N): For starters I'm gonna put you in an armbar and snap your arm like a twig. Then I'm going to make you bite the fucking curb.

McKay: Bro!

Nate: I'm gonna let that slide since your brother's here and you clearly must still be in your "fighter" mentality.

McKay: That's it. [sternly] Right?

(Y/N): Sure.

Sometime Later

(We see McKay & Y/N with Nate & some of the football team at their house.)

Nate: Yo, so, Cassie's a whore. Fact.

(Y/N): "Fact."

McKay: No, she's not. Fact. She's not even that type of girl.

Nate: Oh. Have either of you seen her slut pages, though?

(Y/N): Nah.

McKay: No.

Nate: They're wild, yo. She's like a fuckin' freak!

(Troy & Roy, the younger brothers of McKay & Y/N, walk in.)

Troy: Cassie's on the slut pages?

Roy: Yo, we gotta see this shit.

McKay: Yo, what are y'all even doing out the room, man? Go back upstairs, bro.

(Y/N): Don't make me drag you both back.

McKay: Thing one and thing two. Take it up, man. Take it up.

Nate: Relax. No one gets here till ten.

McKay: Look, all I'm saying is, I think you did Cassie. That's it.

Nate: McKay, whether I like her or not is irrelevant. The fact is, she's a fucking whore through and through, bro.

McKay: All right, look, I don't know what she's done, guys, but I'm just saying, I think she's cool. She's smart. She's funny. Bro, she likes cars, man.

Boys: [laughing]

Nate: She loves cars. Shit, thank you for telling me. What the fuck?

Troy: Dude's got mad feelings.

Jake: For real, yo. McKay's about to start a Pinterest, guys.

(Y/N): What's wrong with Pinterest?

Nate: Yo, did you say you don't know what she's done?

McKay: No, I don't know.

Nate: Take a seat. You and I are gonna take a little trip to the land of shame, bro.

Rue's Narration: Here's the fucking thing that pisses me off about the world. Like, every someone's shit gets leaked, whether it's J. Law or Leslie Jones, the whole world's like "Well if you don't want it out there, don't take the nudes in the first place." I'm sorry. I know your generation relied on flowers and father's permission, but it's 2019, and unless you're Amish, nudes are the currency of love, so stop shaming us. Shame the assholes who create password-protected online directories of naked, underage girls.

Nate: And the Oscar goes to...

(The boys are watching Cassie have sex from behind.)

McKay: You can't even tell that's her, man.

Nate: [groans]

(Y/N): I mean, you can't. This isn't the best quality.

Troy: What's the quality of the video have to do with it? That's her.

Nate: You want my advice? You fuck her like the whore she is, you kick her ass to the curb.

(Y/N): Hey, Chris.

McKay: What's up?

(Y/N): Come with me real quick.

(He stands up & walks out of the room with McKay following him. They're now in the living room.)

(Y/N): You want my advice? I can guarantee you it's 100% better than Nate's.

McKay: Tell me.

(Y/N): Do I think Cassie is a whore? I don't know, I haven't seen her do anything to make me think that she is. And like I said, that video's quality wasn't the best. But, what I do know is that you like her. A lot. And it shouldn't matter what I, Nate, or anyone else thinks about her. Only what you think and feel about her.

McKay: Thanks, bro.

(Y/N): Anytime.

(The two brothers dap each other up.)

Rue's Narration: Solid advice from a solid dude. I'll tell you more about (Y/N) later. It's obvious that Nate got into McKay's head, despite what his brother had said because Cassie told Lexi, and Lexi told me, that the night of the party...

(They hook up where McKay chokes her. The party is pretty eventful as in Maddy "doing it" with some dude in the pool & with Jules...)

Rue's Narration: Where's (Y/N) during all this you ask? He's in his room listening to his metalcore playlist whilst trying to punch a hole through his punching bag because he really didn't like Nate talking to him the way he did.