I hesitantly turned around and came face to face with my best friend who suddenly lacked the ability to text back when needed to do so. "Caleb."
"You slept with him?" he asked with a tone full of accusation and his finger pointing where Augustus was previously.
I stared at him with disbelief and put him at suspense, while I thought of what to say. He was picking at his fingernails and rubbing the side of his neck with an enormous amount of anxiousness radiating off of him. Technically, I did sleep with Augustus, but we didn't have sex or anything.
Then I remembered—we kissed. Definitely something that shouldn't have happened. The feeling of his lips on mine and his hands on the back of my spine came flooding back to me. It was an extraordinary moment that came with no meaning at all.
"Yes," I began saying. Caleb's shoulders immediately dropped, and his glacier blue eyes had a glint of pain in them. "Well no, I slept over at his house because someone decided that I wasn't worth a reply."
"So you guys did—"
He heaved a sigh of relief. "Did he hurt you again?"
"Mhmm." I pulled up my sweater halfway and revealed the raw and weeping flesh in shades of pink and red held together with a strand of thread. He reached out his hand and gently grazed the wound with his fingers.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry I didn't answer when I should've. I'm sorry I let my anger get the best of me. I wish I could do something about it."
"Caleb, it's fine. I'm fine now. You and I both know that nothing could be done, not after last time." I pat him on the shoulder, giving him some reassurance. A few months ago, Caleb confronted my social worker about Amiel, and the cops were called, putting a 'warning' onto Caleb's permanent record. "But next time you leave me on 'read', you owe me a dozen of cream stuffed churros and a pint of ice cream."
"You make me buy you churros and ice cream every weekend, but sure!" He gave a teensy smile and ruffled my hair, which caused him to receive a scowl from me. I disliked it when anyone touched my hair without permission. Who knows where their hands have been. "Let's get to class."
"Yep." We started walking to the entrance of the school when I noticed that none of his stuff was with him, meaning he had already been at school for a while now. "Why aren't you in class?"
He looked at me wide-eyed and stuttered, "Bathroom. I was going to go to the bathroom."
"Looks like you got lost. The bathroom's on the other side."
"Haha." He scratched the top of his forehead and shot out his finger. "Yes, I did."
I narrowed my eyes at him with suspicion. "Caleb Hutchinson you better not be lying to me."
"I'm not! I swear."
"Okay then," I said, still not believing him at all. Call it superpowers or whatever but whenever someone lies straight to my face, I get a gut feeling about it, and I end up finding out the truth sooner or later.
Caleb dropped me off at my European literature class before going off to his own.
"I'll see you after school?"
"I need to check with Jacqueline, but I think so."
"Mmk." He gave me a half hug and disappeared down the halls.
I turned the knob and walked into the classroom, causing everyone to whip their heads towards me and stare. I stared back with a face full of disgust, and right away, they put their focus back onto what they were working on.
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Chaotic AffectionsTeen Fiction
Science dictates opposites attract and like charges repel, but science never accounted for people like Augustus Brownell and Jami Bloomingfield. He's an arrogant, good-looking guy who has it all, and shes, well not. Though they appear to be polar...