Somewhere between Anatomy and Physics Bradin had caught up to me in the hallway, once again.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I thought that you and Callie were friends, I didn't realize that it was a sore subject."

"We are friends. We're best friends." I answered, a little snippier than I had expected, but it worked nonetheless.

"Good, that's what I thought, because she spoke so highly of you when I met her on the beach the other day." Bradin matched his strides to mine, finally getting the hang of dodging active couples here and there and making his way through a crowd of giggling freshman and sophomore.

"Did she?" I slowed my pace, wanting to hear what she'd said. I told you, I am completely in love with Callie; there is nothing I can do about it. Just hearing that she had spoken to Bradin about me had brightened my mood.

"Ah ha, so you're interested in hearing that, I knew you'd be. She was just telling me about how you'd come from Kansas, too. And how I should get to know you, that's why I was so glad that Ms. Ambrose made you my partner today. Plus, who else could show me the hallways of Playa Linda with such enthusiasm?"

I slapped my forehead and groaned, "Shit, I'm really not doing a very good job with that now, am I?" I looked at him with an apologetic grin.

"Its fine, it doesn't seem like there's much to explain. There's a classroom, there's a couple making out, there's another classroom. Oh hey! Guess what? There's a couple making out. Oh, there's Callie." He pointed past my shoulder to what I assumed to be Callie prancing down the hallways like she always did looking doubly adorable. Had I ever tried to do that I'd somehow trip myself up and end up landing on my face or elsewhere.

I turned around to meet the gaze of Callie, "You guys going to the beach next mod?" She asked happily.

"Yeah," I turned to Bradin, filling him in on what we were talking about, "We don't have to stay on the school premises for lunch, as long as we're back by our next class. Cal and I usually go eat our lunch down by the beach."

"Be forewarned! Your sandwich will literally become a sandwich," Callie called over her shoulder as she adjusted her books on her hip and walked to her next class.

"C'mon, we're going to be late. Mr. Trivino hates when we're late." I held my wrist watch up to his face so he could see the time.

"I'll remember that." I laughed as he pretended to take a note while chasing me down the hallway to room 422. "Oh, the joys of Physics."