What They've Done To Us

21 ➹ false confessions

"I'm going to fucking kill silvers." He seethes as soon as he hangs up from his phone. Instinctively my eyes follow the direction of the phones and I get a snippet from the declining call. With 'dad' as the name of the caller.

"Well, hello to you to Mr French beer...was it that they referred to you as this time?" Caleb rolls his eyes. "Hey, that's so much better than freshman year 'pre-pubescent Greek God,' remember that?" I mean I've always fucking hated silvers because they outed half the shit I'd done to my parents. But one thing I have to give to them is their never dying number of nicknames they continue to spew at the boys and me. I mean at one point I'm pretty sure we were referred to as Sex and The City characters.

"Read that, what were you doing with her?" I ask turning back to my locker to fish out my books.

"What do you mean?" He asks, leaning against the locker by mine to face me.

"You and her alone Caleb. After the party." I recount what Rain had read aloud in the morning back at our dorm, putting on some Shakespearian accent until he started to die laughing at his own mention.

"Lo said some shit, walked her back." Hm.

"You sure? Seemed like they insinuated more." I'm only bullshitting, Caleb's loyalty is one unmatched.

"I'm sure, are you? I mean you should know all about the silvers insinuating things, Lucs."

"And dearest Caleb, what do you mean by that?" I ask, reaching out for my textbooks before shutting the locker closed and turning to him. Half the hallway has disappeared into classes now, probably rushing to get furthest seats from the front.

"Your loss of virginity of course, or lack thereof."

Of course, it's that. Sophomore year, spin the bottle led to a girl to an invitation on Reid's boat dad had gifted him years prior. Anyway, we kissed and barely at that she'd been feeling motion sick or something. Next day I come back to school and I'm a god.

I mean I know it's fucked up but bless her because I think she set the precedent after that. I'd only ever hook up with girls, I'd never done more but my name has given me more than it has hindered me. Stories, dozens of them circulating around about Luca Cathans and how he's so good in bed, you won't understand until you get with him.

"Shut up." I seethe not wanting anyone else to hear what he's saying. Not that I'm embarrassed necessarily - I mean if I wanted to, I know I could. I just haven't wanted too, not yet at least.

"Aw, come on you're a dying nation we need more of you!" Caleb coos.

"Okay fine, point understood. Nothing happened between the two of you."

Caleb smirks. "Oh, I already knew you believed me. It just feels like ages since your virginity has been reiterated."

"Yeah, and guess who's less likely to get a std out of the both of us?"

"Ooh, you're wrong on that one."

"What are we talking about?" Atlas asks entering the scene, coming from the second exit that leads into the hallway. He's got his sport bag slung across his shoulder, something that looks a lot like a hickey appearing just below where his blouse is unbuttoned.

"The boat." Caleb says and Atlas' eyes flash with recognition.

"Ah, virginity a beautiful concept Luca -"

"Fuck off." I groan.

Caleb grabs my hand, and I look down the second he does as well. "No purity ring Lucs? Did Disney fire you?"

"Fuck you Delvaùx at least my parents weren't called in because silvers wrote about me fucking a teacher." Caleb shakes his head, the traumatising memory probably resurfacing.