68 Days And Counting

Chapter Twenty: Caleb Is A god.

He sat up, grabbing my hands in his. "Hey, I'm Sam Cahill and although I completely understand why she wouldn't be over me-"

He had that smirk on his face when he said that and I glared at him making him rethink his words. "I wouldn't care because she's not you."

I nodded, trying to focus on those words as I became less and less irritated. I kissed him on the cheek and proceeded to walk down the stairs. "I'm going to Andrew's."

"What about breakfast? I got you some." He gestured to the backpack giving me a breathtaking smile I averted my eyes from seeing.

I grabbed the bag he had come in with and grabbed a sweater- one of his- pulling it on. "I'll see you later."

"Hazel, are you mad?" He yelled once I had left the room.

At how you've become the oblivious one for once? That I actually knew that Alexis still had an obsession over you and that we would never get along because she probably thinks I took you away from her? I wanted to tell him.

"No, I'm not mad." I yelled back, lying straight through my teeth.

I was mad.

But I had a best friend to talk to first.

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"Macy." Andrew's mom gave me a huge hug I gladly hugged her back.

"Hey." I said, smiling as Jackson, Andrew's dad ruffled me on the head and I swatted his hands away. "I definitely did not miss that."

"Of course you did." He said as Riley, Andrew's little sister almost collided into my legs.

I picked her up and Andrew's mom nodded towards the stairs. "Is he okay?"

"Did he tell you anything?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I know something is wrong."

"I'll talk to him." I said, handing Riley to her dad and running up the stairs.

I opened the door to find Andrew lying down on his bed, facing the ceiling. He was throwing a tiny football up in the air and I thought he was so distracted by the action that he didn't even notice me come in.

I watched him let out a sigh as I closed the door behind me. I lied down next to him and he shuffled over making sure I had room so our shoulders touched.

"You know what I thought that day we all went our separate ways?" Andrew said, still throwing the football up in the air before catching it.

"What?" I asked, watching the football go back into the air.

"I thought that there was actually a chance that none of us would truly talk to one another like we used to do in high school. I thought eventually we would all eventually forget each other and be like 'yeah, that's just my friend when I was younger'."

"Do you still think like that?" I asked him.

"I definitely don't think that's going to happen between us. I've known you since we were babies. We took baths together when we were like two. You're the sister I'll never let go of no matter how hard I try Mace."

I snorted and Andrew let out a small laugh at that. "I don't think that'll happen between us either."

"Yeah...kind of like Caleb and Sam, you know? It's just that type of friendship- that type of bond that never seems like it'll be broken. Where conversations are never awkward. Where you can tell each other everything and anything. I thought I would have the same with Jasmine."