mrs. mckinney, i didn't ask to see you. well, trevor said you did. gave me a note from you... which you didn't write. he gave you a note from me? oh, god, that's horrible. he's been so-- no, i didn't mean you. oh, no expnation required. i'll go. i didn't mean you. no, you don't have to-- hey, it's not personal. would you stop? can we just rewind here a little bit? i obviously didn't realize how much trevor likes you. well, that's nothing that we can't discuss on parent-teacher night. then why did you come? why did you come here? why didn't you just tell me to come to the school? because you came to the school to talk to me about your son, and i behaved like a... a jackass? sorry. is that too trailer trash a word for you? how does rat bastard sit with you? that's pretty good. look, i'm... i, um, i made all this food. it's just sittin' here, um... i really don't know who else to talk to about him. mmm. this is good. thanks. i don't understand. this is summer school? uh-huh. why do you think trevor stopped talking? i don't know. he seems mad. well, seve