OMG !!
Ok, gasping for air here, it’s just Brit, just Britney Lanoy, Oh my freaking God it’s Britney Lanoy!!!!!
I finally manage to spit out, “You… you need tutoring?”
She’s giving me a look like I’m a moron, not exactly something I’m used to.
“Duh, why else would I be here?” she asks, dropping down onto her seat.
ok, you can do this Vaughn, just get a hold of yourself.
My brain finally clears and starts whirring again, maybe I should compliment her? yes… compliment her.Good idea.
“Oh, I was just expecting someone,” just spit out the word, Vaughn, all normal people can say it. “someone actually stupid.”
There. I said it.
She stares at me for a second, “I am stupid.”
That catches me off-guard and without thinking(a miracle) I reply, “No you’re not.”
She glares at me, “Do they like, train you to say something like that or something?”
“No,” I reply, nonplussed.
“Oh,” she says, sounding confused, “Well then. How would you know?”
Oh crap. What do I say? How do I know? I don’t. Crap.