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Beatrice was acting the same way; the calm before the storm. If he wasn’t friends with Easton he would have no understanding of women at all. “Is everything okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she said quickly. The frown on her face said otherwise.
Calloway kissed her on the cheek but she was unresponsive to the touch. There was no smile on her lips or twinkle in her eye, and she didn’t return his gesture in any way, staring at him blankly. Since she already stated that she wasn’t mad, he decided not question her further and annoy her with his excessive inquiries. If she said she wasn’t upset, she must not be. Why would she lie? He turned to the front door and Beatrice walked beside him.
Beatrice held her binder to her chest tightly. “Does she always take you to school?” she asked. Her voice was full of accusation and anger, and Calloway flinched at the venom in her voice. He never heard her speak that way; she was always so sweet.
After Calloway recovered from her heated words and thought of a response to her question—he didn’t know what she talking about. “What?”
“Does Easton always drive you around?”
“Um,” Calloway stumbled. “No. My aunt was working this morning. Why?”
Beatrice shrugged. “You spend a lot of time with her, that’s all.” She didn’t look at Calloway while she walked, staring at the ground below her feet. Calloway was feeling more confused by the minute.
“I suppose,” he said. “She’s my friend.”
“Friends like us ?” she asked.
Now he wasn’t sure what they were discussing—at all. Obviously they were friends. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.
Her eyes widened in anger, spitting fire like an erupted volcano. She unleashed the flames on Calloway, conveying her unbridled ferocity in her gaze alone.
Calloway knew he said the wrong thing. “No,” he said quickly.
She stared at him for a moment then continued to walk down the hallway. Calloway decided to remain quiet so he wouldn’t make the situation worse. Somehow he kept saying the wrong thing, over and over.
“You have an unusual friendship with her,” she said simply.
Calloway didn’t know how to respond. Was that a question? His understanding of women was dwindling with every passing second. Aunt Grace never made evasive comments or asked vague questions. “I guess,” he said.
“Do you like her?” she asked.
Calloway pretended that he hadn’t heard her question, knowing any response he made would be catastrophic. “I am excited to spend time with you after school,” he said quickly. “What should we do?”
Beatrice seemed to calm down after his question. “I don’t care.” She smiled. “We could eat.”
“I like eating,” Calloway said. “Think of a place that you want to go.”
“Okay,” she said.
They arrived at their English class and he opened the door for her, letting her walk inside first. When Calloway walked past Mr. Avey’s desk, he locked eyes with his teacher and rolled his eyes, conveying his frustration about Beatrice. Mr. Avey laughed quietly and the students stared at him for a moment, unsure why he was chuckling.
Calloway took his seat in the back and stared at Beatrice the entire time, trying to figure out what just transpired in the hallway. All he knew was that Beatrice’s strange behavior had something to do with Easton—but that was it. He had no idea what the conversation meant or what she wanted to know—women were complicated. Calloway was able to decipher the vague meanings of the Kirin Book with little effort but this was completely beyond his understanding.
When his morning classes were finished, he jogged to the library during their lunch period, ignoring the glares of the students he passed, and sat directly across from Easton at their customary table.
“Don’t you have somewhere more important to be?” she said coldly.
“I need help,” said Calloway, still breathing heavily from his run to the
“I’m fine,” she said quickly. The frown on her face said otherwise.
Calloway kissed her on the cheek but she was unresponsive to the touch. There was no smile on her lips or twinkle in her eye, and she didn’t return his gesture in any way, staring at him blankly. Since she already stated that she wasn’t mad, he decided not question her further and annoy her with his excessive inquiries. If she said she wasn’t upset, she must not be. Why would she lie? He turned to the front door and Beatrice walked beside him.
Beatrice held her binder to her chest tightly. “Does she always take you to school?” she asked. Her voice was full of accusation and anger, and Calloway flinched at the venom in her voice. He never heard her speak that way; she was always so sweet.
After Calloway recovered from her heated words and thought of a response to her question—he didn’t know what she talking about. “What?”
“Does Easton always drive you around?”
“Um,” Calloway stumbled. “No. My aunt was working this morning. Why?”
Beatrice shrugged. “You spend a lot of time with her, that’s all.” She didn’t look at Calloway while she walked, staring at the ground below her feet. Calloway was feeling more confused by the minute.
“I suppose,” he said. “She’s my friend.”
“Friends like us ?” she asked.
Now he wasn’t sure what they were discussing—at all. Obviously they were friends. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.
Her eyes widened in anger, spitting fire like an erupted volcano. She unleashed the flames on Calloway, conveying her unbridled ferocity in her gaze alone.
Calloway knew he said the wrong thing. “No,” he said quickly.
She stared at him for a moment then continued to walk down the hallway. Calloway decided to remain quiet so he wouldn’t make the situation worse. Somehow he kept saying the wrong thing, over and over.
“You have an unusual friendship with her,” she said simply.
Calloway didn’t know how to respond. Was that a question? His understanding of women was dwindling with every passing second. Aunt Grace never made evasive comments or asked vague questions. “I guess,” he said.
“Do you like her?” she asked.
Calloway pretended that he hadn’t heard her question, knowing any response he made would be catastrophic. “I am excited to spend time with you after school,” he said quickly. “What should we do?”
Beatrice seemed to calm down after his question. “I don’t care.” She smiled. “We could eat.”
“I like eating,” Calloway said. “Think of a place that you want to go.”
“Okay,” she said.
They arrived at their English class and he opened the door for her, letting her walk inside first. When Calloway walked past Mr. Avey’s desk, he locked eyes with his teacher and rolled his eyes, conveying his frustration about Beatrice. Mr. Avey laughed quietly and the students stared at him for a moment, unsure why he was chuckling.
Calloway took his seat in the back and stared at Beatrice the entire time, trying to figure out what just transpired in the hallway. All he knew was that Beatrice’s strange behavior had something to do with Easton—but that was it. He had no idea what the conversation meant or what she wanted to know—women were complicated. Calloway was able to decipher the vague meanings of the Kirin Book with little effort but this was completely beyond his understanding.
When his morning classes were finished, he jogged to the library during their lunch period, ignoring the glares of the students he passed, and sat directly across from Easton at their customary table.
“Don’t you have somewhere more important to be?” she said coldly.
“I need help,” said Calloway, still breathing heavily from his run to the
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