I eyed the pizza. And the bottle.
"Are you sure we should be drinking this? We're eighteen... and the age is-"
"I know what age it is."
Well...
I looked down at the flashcards in my hand. Then up at him out of the corner of my eye. And back down again.
I took my first sip of alcohol. My face contorted seeing as it was a bitter taste in my mouth. I set it down and didn't touch it again.
Back to the cards.
It became to me through conversation that he was, in fact, intelligent. He put on this whole dunce show when he clearly understood the topic. Probably to fit in more with his crowed seeing as I didn't fit in and did not admit the same dullness as the others. He asked me for math help hit he knew every problem I set out for him. The index cards just must not be his thing?
By this time it was already dark. I sighed at seeing so.
"I have to walk home, Dean. Maybe we can wrap this up and I can head out...?"
He offered me a ride home which I gladly accepted.
We finished the chapter and I trailed behind him as he swaggered out to his car.
