David laughs a little, low and amused, but not cruel. "Dude," he said. "We go to the Latin School. No matter how much Mike and them act like meatheads, we're all pretty much nerdy in our own way, or we would have had our asses kicked out and into lesser but equally exorbitant private schools by now." Even David kept his grades up pretty well; more of a humanities guy than Izak was, but still.

"I really like you too," he said, brushing aside the pot thing. No one was as into pot as he was, anyway, which was possibly...mildly concerning.