My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 6 - Not telling him...

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     Gazing deep into his eyes, I can instantly feel all the color drain from my face. My whole body goes cold as I get the chills and feel myself sturggling to catch my breath. I feel as if the whole world is against me, like I just don't belong here at this moment. This cannot be reality. This can't be happening to me, especially to a girl as innocent as I am. I don't open my legs for tons of guys and don't have a care in the world about the consequences. I lost my virginity and now I've missed my period for the first time ever since I was twelve years old. My entire world is stopping right before my very eyes and there's nothing I can do about it. That's what is killing me.

      "Why?" Caleb suddenly speaks up, breaking my thoughts as I quietly gasp for air.

       I slightly grin, trying to hide my fear as his eyes narrow. "Oh, I was just wondering..." 

    "You don't remember it?" He asks, his face unexpectedly dropping as he try to keep myself as calm as I can.

      "I do, but I was just so into the moment," I quickly say, before shaking my head. "I do, but I don't. I was just kind of overwhelmed and it was special for me..."

      "Overwhelmed?" He asks me as I anxiously sigh. 

     "Well yeah," I practically whisper, and remembering that I told him I wasn't a virgin when he asked me.

       "And it was special to you?" He asks, looking very guilty, in a way.

      "Sex is special for girls," I softly tell him, shaking my head in rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. I'm so confused at this point. "Clearly not as special for guys as much..."

      "I'm sorry," he deeply tells me. "It was special. I told you. You're different."

      He takes a drag of his cigarette after lighting it up as I glance down at his hand and realize he has tattoos. What the hell... It took me this long to realize that?

      "You have a tattoo?"

      "Yeah," he grins, holding the back of his hand out to me so I can get a better look at it. I gently take his hand in mine and I trace the outlining of it against his skin, biting my lip out of nervousness because I can't believe the whole time we were having sex I never even saw it, and not even having sex. He definitely has my world spinning for me to only focus on his eyes whenever I look at him, to not notice his tattoos. "I have a shitload more..." He says, rolling up his sleeves as I see a bunch of them. "I got tattoo sleeves. You don't remember them?"

     "No I do," I anxiously lie, knowing that he does because now that I think back I can recall noticing marks and designs on his body, but I was too caught up in the moment to check them out. I slightly grin before lifting my eyes onto his and dropping his hand. "Okay, maybe I forget."

     Then suddely, I get a flashback of that night, and I remember that I actually did see them. Holy crap, I am so totally out of it right now. I checked them out! What am I thinking?!

      "Isabella," he sarcastically scolds me. "Were you drunk? Stoned? Or?"

     "No way," I honestly blurt out, laughing at him as he widely smiles and takes another drag of his cigarette while I let in a deep breath and remember why I turned around. "You should know that I have never drank or done drugs in my entire life."

     "I didn't know that. I want to get to know you, Bella." He carefully tells me, walking up to me and stopping when he's only inches away, staring down into my eyes. "Let me get to know you."

     I missed my period, I silently think to myself. I think I might have no other choice...

     "My brother," I cautiously let out, as we both sharply exhale. "This really sucks, Caleb. I don't want to ruin you and my brother's friendship. You guys are so close. You're like brothers."

      "Yeah," he says, his voice huskey and deep. "I know."

    "You know what?" I softly question, as he shrugs in response. "Maybe we should just spend some time together without anyone knowing or finding out. To see if we end up going somewhere, you know? We don't want to ruin Jeremy by telling him about us wanting to go out and then having me and you end up not wanting to go further. Then it would just be for nothing..."

     "So, wait." He frowns and smirks at the same time, stepping away a bit. "Like ten minutes ago you didn't want to be a secret, and now you're saying. . . You do?"

      I silently think about his question before nodding. "Yes," I whisper. "I love him, Caleb. And I like you. I don't want to hurt him."

     "Neither do I," he lets out, as I quietly sigh and I bite my lip. "You should really stop doing that."

     "Doing what?" I gasp, as he laughs under his breath, rolling his eyes afterwards.

     "Biting your lip," he states, grinning. "It's a huge turn on, Bella."

     I gasp. "Oh," I let out, widneing my eyes and gulping. "Sorry. . ." I smile.

    "So, what do you say about going on a date?" He asks me, as I nearly lose my breath and I try to hide the fact that I'm blushing but from the look in his eyes I can tell that he easily already has noticed it. "I know the perfect place to take you."

      With all of the strength and willpower in my body, I cautiously think about exactly what I'm doing. I missed a whole period, if I end up not getting it tomorrow. That can only mean one thing... I'm either, shit. I can't even say it, let alone think it. I cannot be pregnant. . . It's just a stupid missed period and God would never let this happen to me. Never. So I hold back on telling him about this, the one thing I came out here that I was going to tell him, and I slowly nod.

     "Alright," I carefully mutter, smiling like crazy as I feel like a little girl again. "That sounds really nice. Caleb, is taking a girl out on a date? Popular Caleb?" I sarcastically ask, as he laughs and rolls his eyes at me. 

      "Yeah," he lets out, staring into my eyes in a way no boy ever has before. "You might just be the girl that ends up changing me."

       I silently stare at him and can't answer because I'm now speechless.

     "I'll pick you up tomorrow night," Caleb quietly tells me, glancing behind me probably to make sure Jeremy's not around. "I'll call your house phone at around, seven. Make sure you have it and you answer it, consdiering your parentd would find it a little weird about me asking to talk to you, instead of Jeremy."

      "Okay," I anxiously rush out, still smiling and gazing into his eyes as he grins. 

    "Dude, where the fuck's the remote to the TV!" Jeremy yells from inside the shed as we both widen our eyes in alert and I smile once more at him before running off towards my house, wondering exactly what the hell I'm getting myself into...

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