"So to find the formula of pi.."
I leaned back in my seat. Gladion sighed, looking bored.
"Aether?" The teacher called on him.
"Vad?" Gladion asked. "Knulla dig."
"Can you give me a more valid answer, please?" The teacher rolled his eyes.
"Min kreditkortsinformation." Gladion chuckled.
The class erupted into laughter.
The teacher sighed and pressed his temples. "Aether, that isn't funny. Please speak English, and give me the answer."
"Nej." Gladion shook his head. "Frågar Son."
Sun looked up.
"Sun?" the teacher grunted.
"Potato." Sun looked like he was in a daze.
"No. The correct answer is 3.14. Please pay attention, boys." The teacher turned away.
Gladion snickered. I giggled.
"Potatis," Sun yelled out as Gladion passed him a note.
"Sun!" the teacher snapped.
Gladion sighed as the bell rang. "Come on." He beckoned me.
I followed him to lunch.
"I know a little Swedish. I know.. gratis.. super-shrugen." I giggled.
"Hm." He didn't speak. "Min kreditkortsinformation. Jesus."
"What does that mean?"
"My credit card information."
We both walked to lunch, laughing. Gladion snorted, which made us laugh harder.
"What does gratis super-shrugen mean?" I asked.
"I don't know. I don't recognize it." Then his eyes lit up. "Ohhh! You mean gratis sofortzugriff! That's free access in Polish."
"Yeah! Gratis super-shrugen!" I bounced on my toes.
Gladion offered me his sandwich. "Vill ha det?"
"Sure." I took half.
He winked at me. "You like my Swedish. I know you do. Your eyes are sparkling."
"Oh, shut up, Gladion."
"Håll kåften yourself."
"You're confusing me, Gladion!" I pouted.
He winked. "Are you ready for fifth grade?"
"Yeah."
"When we get into eighth, on the last day, I'm going to take you out after school." Gladion chuckled. "I have my life planned out. Don't you worry, babe."
"Don't call me that."
"Förlåt," he said. "Sorry."
The bell rang again and we went outside for recess.
(Sorry, short chapter.)
