Summer House Season 9, Episode 8 Recap: Kicking and Screaming
It was anything but sunny skies for Jesse and Lexi's relationship. The two became exclusive, but Jesse's flirting with Ciara and toe-sucking escapade during Imrul's threesome threatened to break them up before they even got started. Peaceful and serene Lindsay was no more when she found out that Carl had been talking to Lil right before they broke up. She decided not to confront him at the kickball game but would wait until the timing was right. And Carl had no idea what was coming.
It looked like Jesse's heart skipped a beat when Imrul wandered out to the pool. But Imrul stayed mum on the foursome topic. In his confessional, Imrul said, 'Dude, you were in the room. Act like you were in the room. It seems like to him nothing happened … we all know someone's toe went in someone's mouth.' When would he spill the tea?
Carl then invited the group to his soft bar event. Lil would be there, and Lindsay was also invited. That wouldn't be awkward at all. And things were also still awkward between Paige and Craig. She said, 'Recently, I feel like Craig is attacking me in a really Southern way. Like, he's saying nice words, but I feel icky about myself inside.' Bless her heart!
Back in the city, Lexi was waiting for Jesse to arrive for their date. She shared she trusted him the most, which was why he was the only one who knew her grandma had surgery. Unfortunately for Lexi, she picked the wrong horse to bet on.
Thunder clapped in the sky as Jesse sat down with her. If that wasn't a warning, then I don't know what is. Lexi asked how the weekend went, and suddenly Jesse's mind drew a blank. The only highlight he mustered was Craig's visit. Jesse pondered, 'I'm trying to remember what else happened.' Then the rain came.
Jesse shared he didn't want to fill Lexi in on the toe debacle because of her jealousy issues, and he didn't want it 'to be a thing.' So he distracted her by asking her to be exclusive instead. A giddy Lexi said, 'I do,' but soon she'd be wishing she had said, 'I don't.'
Carl celebrated his soft bar event by drinking a mocktail called 'The High Road.' And hopefully, he had those in plentiful supply for when he was going to be around Lindsay. But his focus now was the bar. He shared, 'It connects on a deeper level, more than just serving nonalcoholic drinks. This matters. I want to change not only my family's cycle, the addiction, the illness. But I want to break the cycle for other people.'
Most of the crew made it out, even though the event was in New Jersey. However, they were all very supportive even if they didn't understand the concept. West said, 'I don't fully grasp what the long-term plan is.' Paige joked, 'If we can support Kyle being a DJ, then we can support Carl's bar with no alcohol.'
Lindsay was not there as she was too busy watching paint dry. Which was probably for the best, as Carl's mom, Sharon, was still salty about her. She told West and Jesse, 'It was such a crap year since the breakup and all that. And she was mean to me too.' Grabs popcorn. Sharon added that Carl, 'took the high road.'
Jesse then sat down with Paige and Gabby and dished he was exclusive with Lexi. A shocked Gabby asked, 'But do you want that?' Jesse gave a pause and squeaked, 'Yeah.' Jesse also admitted they hooked up, and Paige wondered if he told Ciara. At the same time, Imrul spilled the tea to Bailee that Jesse got his toe sucked. What would Jesse Solomon do?
Jesse was put in the hot seat again right after Carl's speech about the bar. He went to chat with Bailee and Ciara, and Bailee quipped, 'I heard about your toe sucking.' Jesse tried to explain it was a 'casual toe suck,' but got eye rolls in response. Ciara noted he wouldn't like it if Lexi had done this to him. She said, 'So, you already done f*cked up, my guy.'
In his confessional, Jesse was not happy about Imrul sharing what went down. He said, 'Are you kidding me? This was supposed to be our thing!' Jesse then continued to dig the hole deeper when he mentioned everyone was talking about him flirting with Ciara. He then immediately went to text Lexi the news with his spin on it before her good buddy Bailee could tell her.
Meanwhile, Lexi was busy at a photo shoot prancing around in Jesse's 'lucky underwear.' Ew. And that's when Jesse's text came in. She was shocked to hear about the flirting, as she thought Jesse and Ciara had a sister-brother relationship. Lexi said, 'I've never seen them flirt … It's not something that was even in my head.' Lexi was in a love triangle and didn't even know it.
Gabby did the lord's work for Lindsay when she gathered intel from Lil on when she started talking with Carl. It turns out she slid into his DMs last summer. Gabby said, 'Last summer. When Lindsay and Carl were still very much engaged. He met your parents, and then you slid into his DMs. That's suspicious.'
West wanted to rebuild his friendship with Ciara by hosting a kickball game, but there was just one problem. Ciara was a no-show. However, the rest of the crew was there, albeit begrudgingly. Gabby said, 'I don't know who in the universe I pissed off to warrant going to New Jersey and then spending an afternoon playing kickball in the same week.'
Gabby told Lindsay about Lil sliding into Carl's DMs. Lindsay turned into the math lady GIF and then pieced together that Lil had DM'd Carl before he broke up with her, and Carl tried to hide it. She stated, 'You're a f*cking fraud, you're a phony and liar, and now I'm adding cheater to your f*cking resume.' Activated Lindsay was finally back!
Before the game kicked off, everyone broke into separate groups to dish out all the drama. Lindsay told the girls about Carl, and Bailee crushed any hope Lexi had left when she said Jesse got his toe sucked. Lexi was shook. She said, 'I felt really like safe with him. And so now knowing that he had this information and lied to me makes me feel really icky.'
Everyone was able to pull it together and somehow crushed the kickball match. Afterward, Jesse explained to Lexi that flirting with Ciara was just a joke. But Lexi wasn't laughing. She said she would have never done these things to him because she respected him. Jesse apologized, but the trust was broken. Would Lexi be able to forgive him?
Summer House continues Wednesdays at 9/8c on Bravo.
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