Social Suicide
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Calla was at her locker, pulling out her physics book, when Bright approached her. "You know, hanging out with guys like Ephram is considered social suicide."
"Then consider my wrists slit," she responded, closing her locker and walking away from him.
"Cale. . ." He quickly followed after her, taking her side.
"What, Bright? Are you sure you want to be seen conversing with me in these halls?"
He saw the anger in her eyes. "Maybe I deserved that-"
"Maybe?" Calla rolled her eyes. "Do you even know him?"
"No. . ."
"Then you have no place to judge him."
"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to. . .offend you. It's just. . .there's a not so good history between Ephram and Amy. I know her side, but I guess I should probably know his, too."
Calla smiled. "You catch on fast. But, you realize that I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, right?"
"Yeah. Um, let me fix things with you first, though, okay? Let me take you out."
"I, uh, okay?"
"I'll pick you up around 7:30?"
"Yeah. I'm the very last house on Magnolia Drive."
He grinned. "Okay. It's a date."
Calla watched him disappear down the hallway before heading to physics.
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Ephram was sitting at the same table as he had the day before at lunch, reading a comic book, when Calla entered the cafeteria. She took her seat across from him. "So, you've got a date with Bright." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah, I guess. How'd you know?"
"Everybody knows," he replied, not taking his eyes off the comic book.
Calla looked around the room finding many sets of eyes on her. "Oh. . .I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't've yelled at you."
"It's okay. I've gone through it, too."
"I'm sorry you had to. This isn't something that anyone should have to experience."
"So. . .You and Bright. You realize this will be a topic of discussion among students for the next couple of weeks. Most of these kids thrive on gossip. Oh, and a little piece of advice, try to steer clear of Rachel Nolan."
"Why?"
Ephram stood, closing his comic book. "Bright broke up with her this morning - after he asked you out."
"What?" Calla was quickly behind Ephram, following him out of the lunchroom. "She didn't even like me to begin with."
Ephram looked confused. "How did you meet her?"
"She's the one who showed me around to all my classes. Well, showed me the doors, really."
"Well, I'd tell you good luck, but I'm pretty sure you can do better than Bright Abbott. However, I will give you my condolences." He retreated into a classroom, and Calla chose not to follow.
She didn't understand how the two friends she had made here in Everwood could hate each other so much.
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Calla was at her locker, pulling out her physics book, when Bright approached her. "You know, hanging out with guys like Ephram is considered social suicide."
"Then consider my wrists slit," she responded, closing her locker and walking away from him.
"Cale. . ." He quickly followed after her, taking her side.
"What, Bright? Are you sure you want to be seen conversing with me in these halls?"
He saw the anger in her eyes. "Maybe I deserved that-"
"Maybe?" Calla rolled her eyes. "Do you even know him?"
"No. . ."
"Then you have no place to judge him."
"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to. . .offend you. It's just. . .there's a not so good history between Ephram and Amy. I know her side, but I guess I should probably know his, too."
Calla smiled. "You catch on fast. But, you realize that I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, right?"
"Yeah. Um, let me fix things with you first, though, okay? Let me take you out."
"I, uh, okay?"
"I'll pick you up around 7:30?"
"Yeah. I'm the very last house on Magnolia Drive."
He grinned. "Okay. It's a date."
Calla watched him disappear down the hallway before heading to physics.
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Ephram was sitting at the same table as he had the day before at lunch, reading a comic book, when Calla entered the cafeteria. She took her seat across from him. "So, you've got a date with Bright." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah, I guess. How'd you know?"
"Everybody knows," he replied, not taking his eyes off the comic book.
Calla looked around the room finding many sets of eyes on her. "Oh. . .I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't've yelled at you."
"It's okay. I've gone through it, too."
"I'm sorry you had to. This isn't something that anyone should have to experience."
"So. . .You and Bright. You realize this will be a topic of discussion among students for the next couple of weeks. Most of these kids thrive on gossip. Oh, and a little piece of advice, try to steer clear of Rachel Nolan."
"Why?"
Ephram stood, closing his comic book. "Bright broke up with her this morning - after he asked you out."
"What?" Calla was quickly behind Ephram, following him out of the lunchroom. "She didn't even like me to begin with."
Ephram looked confused. "How did you meet her?"
"She's the one who showed me around to all my classes. Well, showed me the doors, really."
"Well, I'd tell you good luck, but I'm pretty sure you can do better than Bright Abbott. However, I will give you my condolences." He retreated into a classroom, and Calla chose not to follow.
She didn't understand how the two friends she had made here in Everwood could hate each other so much.
