The milk just turned into blood, so we're off to a good start — wait, no it's chocolate milk! Hold up, it's blood and it was a nightmare. Thank goodness.
Cole has upped his wardrobe game and his now "three-piece-suit Cole."
"The guy with no shirt for no reason." Does Robbie Amell, aka Max, really need a reason when he looks that good?
And we already have a Terminator 2: Judgement Day reference, nice.
When someone goes to Cornell, they have to let everyone know they go to Cornell — even the school nurse/guidance counselor.
Two words: herpes couch.
Poor Cole has to have flu shot round two even though the nurse told him to get laid.
I also would keep telling everyone about the time I saw Rihanna at Outback Steakhouse — if I ever do see Rihanna at Outback Steakhouse, that is.