Honestly, Calvin wasn't aiming to be valedictorian or anything. He liked that he was smart; he thought it was basically his best and most useful trait. But it wasn't like he was going to delude himself into thinking that he could ever be as ridiculously brilliant as, say, Jacen. The kid was would've taken astrophysics if he could. Come on. Cal didn't begrudge his friend his smarts, though, the same way he'd never begrudged his sister her popularity. He wasn't particularly competitive, but he'd still enjoy the successes he could get, even though most of them, sadly, had to be achieved the old fashioned way - through good old hard work.
"Nah, not the whole thing. Just the nonfiction section," Calvin replied, smiling. "Maybe I could interest you in one? They're called books, Cady. They have these things called pages in them and that's where you read the words." Kicking his sneakers off, he crossed the room and curled up on the couch next to his sister. "I don't like the sound of that," Calvin said, wrinkling his nose. "Think of all the extra homework we'd get to make up for the loss in productivity."