Episode Report Card Niki: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Experience Is The Teacher
By Niki | Season 3 | Episode 17 | Aired on 03.31.2002
Outside on the sidewalk, Creepitri stops Grace. Standing far too close, he says that it's still a bit cold out, and then he zips up her jacket. Oh, but that's not creepy. Grace somehow manages not to swoon. Maybe it's because she's wondering what the fuck the deal is with this guy. I know I am. They climb into his car, and the camera pans across the street, where Alexa's watching the whole scene from her car. She turns her head slightly as Creepitri's car drives past. Speaking of creepy...this does not bode well.
When we return from commercials, it's the next morning, and Grace is just walking into Creepitri's class. She finds Alexa holding court among a cluster of girls, who all turn and stare maliciously at Grace. Well, you know how bad girls get. Grace takes it in stride, walking up to her desk and waiting for the little bitch who's sitting in it to vacate. She doesn't. Grace makes a little gesture with her head, and the girl finally takes the hint. Alexa just sits there righteously glaring at Grace. I could punch her right in her smug face. Grace has trouble meeting Alexa's stare, and quickly settles into her seat. Creepitri breezes in, brandishing a sheaf of papers and gloating about the pop quiz they're about to endure. "So, Mr. Dimitri, is this what you were doing last night?" Alexa asks with exaggerated sweetness. Her cronies titter. "What?" he asks, clearly not knowing what she's talking about. Alexa glances around, all innocence, fighting the urge to smirk. Grace glances around, wide-eyed and freaked that everyone is on to her.
"Oh, my god!" Katie exclaims, rushing up to Jessie at her locker. "Did you hear? It's all over school!" Jessie anxiously glances over each shoulder and asks, "What, about us?" Katie says no, and Jessie breathes an almost imperceptible sigh of relief. Katie says that everyone is talking about Grace and Creepitri: "Apparently, they practically had sex!" Jessie: "Are you serious?" Before Katie can respond, Jessie adds, "At the movies?" Katie says she doesn't know, but she does know that "Tad said that Russell said that Alexa said that she saw them." Jessie's mouth is hanging open, but Katie still feels the need to ask whether she's stunned. Jessie says, "Actually, no, not totally." "Anyway, why would anybody be talking about us?" Katie asks mockingly. Jessie smiles, "I don't know. No reason."
Cut to the radio station. Lily finds Les bent over in front of the snack cupboard, rummaging through package after package. Hesitantly, she tries to convince him that Friday is way too soon for a meeting with the syndication people. She says that she knows it's a "great opportunity," but that if they syndicate her, they'll want to control her show and tell her what she can and can't talk about and she "kind of like[s] the show the way it is." The Curmudgeon finally abandons the search and hauls himself to his feet, responding, "I think we're out of those cookies with the stuff in the middle." No wonder he's frantic. Lily gently breaks it to him that she doesn't buy the cookies anymore. That's news to him. She says she hasn't since she started doing two shows a week. The Curmudgeon sees no further need to speak with the person who doesn't buy the cookies, and walks away. Lily chases after him, prodding him for a reaction to her concerns. She finally gets him to stop, and he says they're good questions. The phone starts ringing. She's about to voice even more concerns, but he cuts her off with the advice that she should bring them up in the meeting on Friday. After a few more rings, Les grumbles, "Are you going to get that, or is answering the phone like buying cookies?" Lily snaps back to reality and grabs for the phone with a muttered apology. Les turns his attention to more important matters, snagging the first person he sees, and bringing her up to speed on the butterscotch-cookie crisis. "Oh, hello, Alexa's mom," Lily says breezily into the phone. She freezes. "What?" she says disbelievingly. "What do you mean? What kind of action?" Lily's face falls. "What?" she says faintly.