“Hell. Okay.”
“… do you think you could help me sneak into the high school library, then? I really need to find this book like right /now/.”
Sneak in? A blind three-legged dog can walk into the high school library and not be noticed until the Egyptian Art of the New Kingdom shelf is peed on.
The town library isn’t even that bad of a walk. You can catch the bus. You can bum a ride. [Who the hell asks a complete stranger to sneak into the high school library?]
“Obviously, /your/ high school is a lot more lenient about strangers just /walking in/ and rummaging about.”
“I checked the campus library, I’m /right here/, I might as well look in this one too. Fine. Will you give me a lift to the town library?” [Oh my god. Seriously? Up until right /now/ she had never believed that southerners were more polite or hospitable than anyone else, but this boy has serious sarcasm issues.]