'Shit,' Alice thought, striding up Caleb's stairs.
"First left," he uttered in a cold, flat voice.
"I'm sure she fucking liked it," Caleb exclaimed, screwing his face up in confusion. "Is she supposed to like it?"Dylan let out a soft laugh. "I suspected she might be the type. I'm pretty good at spotting them."
On one of their many eavesdropping missions at the teacher's lounge, Dylan had overheard the French teacher, Mrs Williams, complaining about him to the other teachers.
"Did you really drink pee?" Carla asked, her face screwed up to the point she looked like she might be entering a gurning contest."I was drunk," Alice uttered, shrugging it off like it wasn't a big deal.
After paying for his beer, Caleb found himself rushing back to Dylan's house. His mind conjured images of Alice and Dylan making out on the sofa, and for some reason, it made him panic.
The relief of walking into a warm home hit Alice so hard she almost burst into tears. Caleb's mother shushed them as they entered, despite their already being silent. She rocked a child in her arms; his little red face flopped back with a string of drool hanging from his cheek.
Alice took a handful of the duck food and lobbed it as far as she could to entice the ducks over. Little Tyler copied, managing to get his tiny offering just onto the side of waters bank."Woo, seagulls," Alice cried as a horde of white, squawking birds descended over the ducks, stealing the food.
Caleb approached Dylan with a nod, grunting, "Alright?""Hmm," Dylan nodded. "I have an idea."'Please don't pertain to Ali
Alice checked her phone for what was at least the hundredth time. 'Why hasn't he messaged me?' she wondered.