Love and a 6 Inch Sub

By

Jarred Hodgdon

Jarrhod@gmail.com

INT. SCHOOL ROOM - DAY

GEENA (19, shallow and sporty) sits at her desk in the

otherwise empty room, her headphone wearing head bopping

about. She looks up at the sound of the DOOR OPENING, and

pulls her headphones out.

MEL (19, dim skater)briskly enters. He leans in to

aggressively smooch Mel.

MEL

S’up dingleberry.

Mel finds his seat next to Geena, scooting the desk closer.

GEENA

Yo.

MEL

I tried to call you...you doing

something better?

Geena holds up her phone and looks at it.

GEENA

Yeah, just twitter.

MEL

The fuck?! Well did you get my

message?

Geena flicks through her phone.

GEENA

Nah... I told you I don’t like

listening to messages.

Mel grabs the phone from Geena and sets it on her desk.

Geena flinches, offended.

GEENA

Consider your message practice...

for telling me what the hell ever

you had to say right now.

MEL

Just...forget it.

Mel begins to dig through his bag.

GEENA

You shoulda texted me.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 2.

MEL

I hate texting...

Mel begins to unwrap a sandwich he has pulled out. Geena’s

eyes dart towards it.

MEL (CONT)

...and you always try to text

emoji’s, and my phone doesn’t

understand those so its, like

gibberish.

Geena’s bulging eyes fixate on the emerging sandwich.

MEL (CONT)

Then you never understand my

sarcasm and wit in text.

Mel hoists the sandwhich for a hearty bite.

GEENA

Can I have some please Mel?

Halting, Mel glares.

MEL

No. This is the perfect portion for

me. I’m fin to get satiated.

GEENA

Aw c’mon baby, I’m starving.

MEL

Well maybe you should answer the

goddamn phone Geena! I was calling

to see if you wanted a sandwich!

GEENA

Shit! You knew I would want a

sandwhich motherfuck-

The DOOR OPENS. TANYA (20, meek) enters and slowly saunters

to her seat, behind and between Geena and Mel.

Geena and Mel,panting with rage,track Tanya’s movement until

their own eyes lock together. They shoot daggers between

their unbreaking gaze.

TANYA

Hey. Did you guys do the reading?

Mel takes a massive, slow bite of his sandwhich as he stares

at Geena.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 3.

GEENA

No Tanya, I did not do the reading.

MEL

Mmmmmmmmmm. Dish is a delishcous

shubmarine schammich.

Geena flys up and brings her face right up to Mel.

GEENA

Fuck you Mel! You always pull this

shit and I’m goddamned starving.

Mel gulps down his bite, searching her face.

MEL

Hey, what am I supposed to do? I’m

always buying you food and paying

for your junk. What have you done

for me lately?

Geena has returned to her seat. Tanya squirms about

awkwardly and pretends to read her book.

GEENA

Done for you? How about giving your

broke ass rides everywhere all the

time and--

MEL

--Hey I’m the one taking out loans,

you got a scholarship. I’ll be

paying off this sandwich for 30

years!

GEENA

So I should foot your bill? Did I

get a scholarship based on the

merits of my volleyball skills or

my boyfriends appetite?

MEL

I’m sick of this shit.

Mel takes an angry bite and stares straight ahead while

Geena glares at him.

The DOOR OPENS and PROFESSOR (52) walks in, making it over

to his desk. The three students in the room silently watch

him.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 4.

PROFESSOR

Goooooood afternoon.

Professor takes notice of something.

PROFESSOR

Mel. You know there’s no eating in

this class, I have a severe tomato

allergy!

MEL

There’s no tomato’s on this

sandwich.

PROFESSOR

Even proximity to a tomato can make

me gravely ill. I don’t have time

to be the lunch Gestapo, so it’s a

hard line. Take it to the hallway.

MEL

Sorry Professor.

Mel takes one last bite and stands up.

Mel gazes back at Geena, then slowly paces towards the

corner, tossing the mostly uneaten sub into the trash.

MEL

I’m full anyhow.

Mel slowly returns to his seat as Geena fumes.

She bolts up.

GEENA

Fuck you! We’re over you ass!

She hurries towards the trash, removing the sandwich and

running from the classroom crying.

The shocked Professor has watched her exit, and slowly

returns his gaze to his class, locking eyes with Mel.The two

stare at each other for moments, the Professor searching for

meaning.

MEL

Hey Professor? I had a question

about the reading.