Charlie actually laughed at Ben, snorting at the idea of ‘high school drama’. “Are you kidding me? No, the drama will just be who fucked who, not who kissed who,” she said, using her rainbow sock covered foot to push Ben playfully. “I don’t know what I’ll major in. I know that computer science is probably smartest, but I think I’d be bored out of mind. It’s not like I don’t know everything they’d try to teach me, right? And I think that math would just lead to me having to like… teach it. Which I would hate to do, because I’d have to instruct people that don’t like math; I might go for music, and like… minor in management. Do something with computers and music, you know?” she said, shrugging. “But you’re gonna build me a house, right? One day when you’re a big fancy architect? Like the guy who got his family axed? Um. Frank Lloyd Wright? I don’t know, T.C. Boyle wrote a book about it,” Charlie said with a shrug.
Talking of Calvin made Charlie get back up, opening her door up to look down the hall at Calvin’s door. She pulled back into her room for a moment, glancing over her shoulder at Ben. “I’m gonna try and drag him out of his room, mkay?” she asked, not waiting for a response as she all but skipped down the hall. She knocked on Calvin’s door, not waiting for a response before speaking. She knew that Ben could hear her just fine, in particular as she raised her voice a bit and put on a silly, girlish air.
“Oh, Cal-VIN, you simply must come to my rescue! I haven’t a governess or chaperone to watch me and Mr. Bailey in my sitting room, I simply cannot afford to have rumors about my virtue passed around; not when the Merriton Ball is in a fortnight! He might have five thousand pounds a year, but I know not of his character. You wouldn’t allow your sister to be taken in by a scallywag, now would you? Even one so light on his feet? I would simply hate it if Mr. Bailey took advantage of me and you had to duel him, for then you might die and I would be without anyone in this world. My poor nerves!”