"Hey," he finally emits after a long, strained silence.
Britney is absolutely determined to make him talk, and I think he knows that. Her cute oval face breaks into a smile at his word.
"So," she begins, her bright red lips contrasting greatly against her lightly tanned skin.
"I'm having a party on Monday. Be there."
Her voice has sort of the same effect as his when he is acting as the leader, her authority clearly realized. Avoiding the answer Caleb will definitely give, she glides away to Bryson, her poor little boyfriend.
"Wow," I murmur, "that was scary."
"Yes it was," he agrees.
We enter the classroom completely, and begin to talk randomly about the teacher. Caleb is one of those good guys; one of the ones that can't find anything bad to say about anybody.
However, even he was able to cough up a few negative comments. I burst into laughter when he finally determines that he really is a bad teacher after almost five minutes of contemplation.
