"Fuck 'em," Peyton says into her hands, and then looks up, a defiant look in her eyes. And oh, fuck, that's never a good look. She marches over to Patrick and grabs his face in both hands, jamming her mouth against his, her lips pressed tightly together. It's quite possibly the least sexy kiss Patrick has ever experienced.

"If they want it so bad, we'll just give it to them," she announces. "We'll use it for publicity and make the band bigger than god."