Awkward.

Previously on Awkward...

We're engaged. Jenna, you're legit popular.

Popularity was for losers.

I have to earn your forgiveness.

I'm not going anywhere until I do.

- What is that? - Matty, you're unpopular.

If you want to survive in the netherworld of the uncool,

you can't think how you used to think.

After I'd ended my brief,

boring foray into popularity land,

I didn't know which me to dress for.

Was I still cool, fun, flirty Jenna,

or was I back to being...

So plain, Jenna.

- It's perfect. - Uh, perfect for what?

The mother-daughter senior banquet.

Please tell me you're not doing that.

And pass up a chance to imitate you

onstage in front of all the senior girls?

You're right. I... I really shouldn't.

It's... it's cruel.

As if!

I've been waiting for this day since you were a freshman.

Okay, well, can you at least choose something else to wear?

But, honey, that hideous hoodie is so you.

- Gee, thanks. - Okay. Okay.

Which outfit screams, "I am Jenna Hamilton"?

Damn.

It's not this sexy top, is it?

Get your yearbooks, you sick nostalgia junkies.

You'll notice we've made a few changes this year.

Sorry, not sorry.

The original version was bogus social propaganda.

Not to mention boring as .

Hell, yes. Hell, yes.

Yearbooks are like smack on crack.

Interesting outfit choice, Jenna.

What? I'm mixing it up.

I love that for you.

WTF? GTFO!

OMG. FML.

T, are you short-circuiting?

Beavis and Gayhead hijacked our yearbook.

"Most basic" is not a senior superlative.

- Neither is "best bulge." - Yikes.

Jake and Matty got "most likely to be bro-mos forever."

Well, Au revoir, the train has left

that friendship station.

Oh, Jenna, look. You got something.

Wait, what? Let me see.

Considering how many changes I'd gone through

in the past four years,

I wouldn't be surprised if I was named "most improved"

or "biggest transformation" or...

"Most depressing"?

This is BS.

I haven't been Suicide Girl since sophomore year.

Why would anyone still think of me as depressing?

Well, there was that one semester where

you ditched all your friends to hang out with Mary Jane

and that douche, Collin.

Oh, and I guess the low class rank

and the whole "not getting into SCU" thing.

And you're kind of always in this constant state

of analysis paralysis on your face.

But don't worry, those superlatives

are so false, it's an LOL.

I mean, I got "most likely to marry a deaf guy,"

which makes no sense, because Adam has perfect hearing.

Okay, but you aren't actually going to marry Adam.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, I changed the date.

- What? - The breakup date, obvi.

Adam is picking me up from school tomorrow,

and I promz to end the dramz that night.

Jenna, Kyle has a question he would like to ask you.

Um, hey.

Can you sign my yearbook?

I already wrote the inscription for you.

Dear Kyle, you're a sex god.

Please call me anytime.

Love, Most Depressing.

Sure, Kyle.

Matty, do you maybe want to sign my yearbook?

Um, only if you maybe want to sign mine.

Hmm.

Come on, Matty, let's go watch some Twitch.

What in the bitch is Twitch?

It's this online thing where you watch

hot girls... uh, you know what?

It's not important.

Pop quiz time.

Matty and Kyle being new BFFs is, A,

an American horror story, B, disturbia,

C, kind of cute, in a sick unnatural way,

or D, all of the above.

What would I say in Matty's yearbook?

More importantly, what would he say in mine?

We had so much history together.

Earth to Jenna. Come in, Jenna.

Sorry, what were we talking about?

See, this is why you were voted most depressing.

Gross, why are there so many old people at school today?

There's a rehearsal for the mother-daughter banquet.

I am so excited to see you be me onstage, Mommy.

Well, I'm terrified.

You know how much I hate being in the spotlight.

Well, then why do you do all those plays at church?

God called me to those parts, Lissa.

I couldn't disobey His wishes.

Now, come along.

Hey, beast with a bun!

Ally, what are you doing here?

Are you trying to get Percocet

from the school nurse again?

I think she's onto my games.

I'm here to practice for that mother-daughter thingy.

Excuse me?

You are not going to be in the banquet, you slunt.

Oh, I am, and I'm gonna get you so good.

I am so sorry I'm late, sweetie.

Did rehearsal already start?

Darn, looks like your services are no longer needed.

Fine, I didn't really want to do it anyway.

It's not like I'm getting an Oscar for this .

I am so thrilled to be a part of this, honey.

I've already been working on an impression of you

that I think you'll adore.

Hard to believe, since you literally know nothing

about my life, but whatever.

Good luck, Darlene.

You're gonna need it.

Hey, I didn't get to your yearbook yet.

Do you mind if I get it back to you tomorrow?

Not at all.

I haven't gotten to yours either.

Sweet. I'll see you later.

Matty needing more time with my yearbook

clearly meant he had a lot to say.

I just hope none of it involved calling me depressing

or angsty or "that girl with the analysis-paralysis face."

- Who did that? - I don't know.

Maybe you should ask one of Gabby's friends.

Aren't they your bodyguards now?

This guy bothering you, Matty?

Looks like you're the one with the bodyguard,

McKibben, not me.

I'm sorry, bro.

I know run-ins with your ex can be awkward.

Me and Jenna? No, we're cool.

I was talking about Jake.

And then she was all,

"Looks like your services are no longer needed,"

and I'm like, "Oh, I'm so devastated.

Go slip on a ."

Ixnay on the side-braid.

Little bitch just walked in.

Mom, what are you doing with your hair?

I haven't worn it like that in forever.

Honey, don't stress out.

I'm just trying out some options.

Which reminds me, I need to try out

a new white wine option.

This one tastes like it's low on alcohol content.

I can feel my body rehydrating.

Not happy.

Ah, the yearbooks are in.

- Let me see. - Oh, it's dumb.

Theo and Cole took over senior superlatives, and I got...

"Most depressing." Oh.

But I shouldn't read too much into it, right?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Senior superlatives mean nothing.

I was voted "most likely not to go to college,"

and look at me now, 20 years later, enrolling.

Joke's on them, right?

Just out of curiosity,

what did... what did Dad get?

"Most likely to become a father before graduation."

Which is weird, because it was three months

before I got knocked up.

- And Ally? -

- "Strongest liver." - Oh, my God, I'm screwed.

No, you're not. Those are just flukes, sweetie.

Listen, our high school quarterback, Trent Simpson,

was the nicest guy ever,

and he was voted "most likely to end up in prison."

I am so sad Trent Simpson's dead.

He was so hot.

He died? How?

Got shivved in the joint.

This isn't a yearbook. It's a crystal ball.

My mom's yearbook had me freaking out.

Was high school really an accurate prediction

of who you'd become?

I wish Val wasn't MIA,

I would've taken any kind of guidance right now.

Thank God you're back, Val. I have some major...

Hi, Jenna. Can I help you?

Lissa, what are you doing here?

It's a funny story, actually.