Michael knows that Caleb's not an asshole like that, or he wouldn't have asked him for tutoring, which is why he's so damn glad that he can nod, take him at face value, and know that he's not fucking around. "Yeah, I know. Valenti did a number on me," he admits, "even if it wasn't me."

Though, he kind of hates that he didn't get to get into the kind of scrap he'd been hoping for, at prom.

"So, football and school, that's the next step, huh? What're you gonna major in?"