Making the Team/Go alone, more girls, Hannaneh
"Let's give Hannaneh a call." Jesse suggests - and the other guys must have thought it was a joke, because they all break out with laughter. It's silly to even imagine - the muslim chick whose dad didn't even want her to go to school, and whose parents come to pick her up the second her class ends. She's barely even allowed to look boys in the eyes unless they are her brothers or cousins or something. "How the fuck are you going to get her to come here, huh?" John asks with disbelief.
"Have some faith, boys." Jesse replies and grabs his phone. It takes a little bit of googling to find the right number, but soon enough he makes a call to the Fallah family's house - because Hannaneh doesn't have her own cell phone.
"Yes, hello. Is Mister Fallah home?" He greets the other end in a grown-up voice, and his face turns so serious that the guys have to stifle another laugh. "He's not? Then you must be his wife? Very good. I'm calling on behalf of your daughter's school." You can tell that Jesse is making up the lies as he goes along, but he doesn't even wince. In fact, there even seems to be a little smirk on his face after he found out that the father wasn't home. "You see, last week we caught Hannaneh being intimate with another student - Jesse Bolton. We don't look fondly on that kind of behavior during school hours, and--... Madam, please stop shouting. We understand if you can't tell your husband about it, and so we're willing to ignore this incident if we just make sure it won't happen again. I've spoken to the Bolton family, and I suggest you bring your daughter there so we can explain to her and Jesse why they can't see each other anymore." A short pause. The guys just stare at him with jaws agape. "Yes, his address can be found in the school catalog. I'll see you there in ten minutes."
When he hangs up, he doesn't say another word. He doesn't have to - the smug, victorious smirk on his face speaks volumes. "Holy fuck," John exclaims "it's scary how good that was. So, we just jump them both once they get in the house?" Jesse shakes his head. "No, no - we can't risk that shit, guys. If they spot us in the window - they'll run off. And maybe they've brought the whole fucking clan or something? I'm not about to get my head cut off by terrorists just because I wanted some pussy. They're just expecting to see me, my parents and some counselor. I'm gonna' let them in and butter them up a bit. But you guys will have to hide in the meantime. At my signal, I'll call you all into the room, and we can drill their pussies for oil. All right?" The room hesitates, but he repeats himself: "All right?!" and then they all grudgingly agree.
The guys put on their clothes and hastily clean the living room up a bit. They should have just enough time to hide before Hannaneh and her mom come over. In the meantime, you...