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keeping track?"
    She gives me a dirty look and sticks her tongue out at me.  Hey, hold the fuck on here.  Only Ashley's allowed to stick out her tongue at me.  Fuck you, Scarlet.
    She gets up before I can keep arguing with her, too.  What a bitch.
    "See you guys later," she says.  "I've got class today.  Have fun or whatever."
    Caleb watches her leave.  I'm pretty sure he's staring at her ass.  I watch him staring at her ass, because I'm trying to figure this out.  I really don't get it.  I guess Scarlet has a nice enough ass.  It's not really the spankable sort, but she's small and, uh... lithe or whatever the fuck you want to call it?  Like a fucking ballerina or something.  You could pick her up and grab her ass in one hand, her hip in the other, while slamming her down on your cock hard, just fucking her in the air like that.
    Not me, alright?  I'm just running hypothetical situations in my head.  This is some next level science shit or something.  Caleb should pay me for this.  I'm helping him figure it out.  He's not exactly the biggest guy ever, but I saw him working hard at the campground this summer.  His muscles weren't made in a gym, they were created by pure outdoorsmanship.
    I can give credit where credit is due.  If Caleb was on the football team with me, I'd let him guard me from the front line while I stepped back to make a game winning pass.
    "Hey," I say to him.  "You ever think about joining the football team?"
    "What?" he asks me, distracting himself away from staring at Scarlet's butt.  "Uh... actually, I played some in high school.  Mostly just Junior Varsity.  The head coach played favorites a lot so I never got to play in any Varsity games, even as a senior, but it was fun."
    "No fucking way, really?"  This is new.  Caleb is getting cooler by the minute.  "What was your win-loss record like?  For JV, I mean.  Who the fuck cares about Varsity.  Your coach sounds like a dick."
    "Uh... pretty good, but they never really kept track, you know?  It wasn't official."
    "Just fucking spit it out, Caleb.  Tell me."
    "Ten wins, one loss?" he says, like he's asking me if this is acceptable.  Don't fucking ask me, just own it, dude.
    Also, fuck, that's a good record.
    "Holy shit," I tell him.  "That's really great.  Why have you never told me this before?"
    "It was just high school," he says, shrugging.  "I didn't really play senior year, either.  Seniors can't play on JV.  There's rules and stuff."
    "What position?" I ask.
    This is twenty questions right here.  I'm going to find out all the awesome as fuck stuff about Caleb that I never knew before.
    "Defensive guard mostly," he says.
    "Do you do anything now?" I ask him.  "Like, uh... extracurricular shit?"
    "I'm in the camping club," Caleb says.
    "Uh... I didn't even know we had a camping club," I tell him.  "What's that?"
    "We just go camping a couple times a year.  It's not a real club, I guess.  I mean, it is, and we make sure to rough it when we go.  Mostly my dad lets us use the campground during the off season.  There's four trips a year, to experience the outdoors in all its seasonal glory.  That's what our club advisor says.  One for spring, summer, then fall and winter."
    "You go camping in the snow?" I ask.  "That's kind of badass."
    "We go ice fishing, too!" he says, cheering up.
    I guess that's the secret to Caleb.  Just call him a badass and he gets excited.  I'll have to keep that in mind.  Mainly I need to figure out a way to get Scarlet to call him a badass.  Hmmm...
    "So, that sounds cool and all," I say, "but I think you should join the football team."
    "They already did tryouts this summer, though," Caleb says, giving me a funny look, eyebrows all furrowed and confused.  "There's the incoming freshman with football scholarships, too."
    "Caleb," I say, staring at him.
    We're about to have a real conversation here.  Man to man.
    "What?" he asks.
    He's not really staring back at me.  What the