I wondered how long I could keep this up. Drew was staring at me, and oddly patient expression in his eyes. Hm, he must be waiting for a pause so he could jump in. I started talking faster, not really thinking about what I said. I was doing a detailed compare and contrast of Florida and Nebraska… there wasn’t much to compare, a lot more to contrast. I thought about different tactics and ways I could make sure he didn’t cancel our study session. I was actually perfectly aware of what we were studying in English, but I doubted he did. I couldn’t let his grades go down the tubes. I could imagine Cynthia looking down at him from heaven, shaking her head mournfully. I had to get him back on track. “Now Drew,” I said suddenly, “I know you don’t want to do our study session, but I’m not taking no for an answer. I’ll be at your house at 5, ok?”
He scowled, “No.”
I rolled my eyes, “I told you I’m not taking that.”
“I won’t let you in,” he challenged.
I smiled angelically, “Your mom will.”
He glared.