held on to the unique and heady scent that was Caleb.
Good Morning Love,
Sorry I couldn’t be here to wake you up. Had to go home and change for school. Already miss you.
And, oh, in case you were wondering, I did kiss your lips before I leaped out the window. Your response? Well, I’d rather tell you that in person.
See you at school.
PS. When you’re sleeping you’re as ethereal as a celestial being, and it feels sinful for a mere mortal like me to witness such a heavenly sight.
The paper crackled inside my balled fingers as I brought the small note to my chest. It was disturbing, but I did swoon.
Oh my, oh my, I was in deep trouble. Though those were just scribbled words, they seemed dangerous, like a vibrant, venomous snake lurking in a corner, waiting to bite. I needed an antivenin to protect my heart. However, for the first time in years, I didn’t have a second plan.
I WENT THROUGH my daily routine with a novel sense of expectation stirring inside my chest. It was like a volcano waking up after a long slumber, a slow and continuing stir before it finally erupted. I wasn’t sure how to deal with these new emotions and this new situation. Yeah, I know I claimed to be badass. Nevertheless, I was still a teenager, vulnerable to hormones. I hated to admit it, but I had fallen for Caleb. Hard. To add insult to the whole circus that had become my life, I yearned to listen to his voice, especially when he called me love. Yep, I hardly recognized myself.
Hunched over my desk, lost in reverie, I drew loops inside loops, hardly noticing when Caleb sat in the empty seat beside me.
“Good morning, love. How did you sleep?”
Without looking up, I heard Megan whisper, “Are they an item?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jessica responded.
“Didn’t sleep much, but had a fantastic night.” I shrugged. “Although as a consequence, my body is seriously sore.”
Caleb frowned in confusion. Then he glanced at Jessica and Megan and awareness filled his features. Mr. Banks called the class to session. Before I focused on what he was saying, I heard Jessica murmuring in a not-so-quiet voice, “Gross! She should use all her drug money to buy some class. Oh yeah! You can’t buy class. You’re either born with it or not.”
Jessica one, Luna zip. Did I reply? Absolutely not. Did I care? No, not really. I was beyond wasting precious energy worrying about other people’s opinions.
When the ringing of the bell ended the first torture session of the day, I jolted out of my chair and headed out. From my periphery, I had a glimpse of Jessica’s body blocking Caleb’s path, her hand planted on his chest. The chest I had rested my head on all night long. An unidentified emotion surged through my body making me feel like a raging primate. One coherent thought flooded my mind: breaking every finger on Jessica’s detestable hand.
With a heaviness in my chest, I zoomed to Literature class, the second torture chamber of the day.
At lunchtime, I spotted Jake sitting with Pat. I gathered a tray and filled it with a mango salad and chicken sandwich when familiar hands slid around my waist. My body went rigid. Fighting every fiber of my being, I gathered my strength and stepped away from the warmth of Caleb’s body.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed.
“Hugging my girl?”
“I. Am. No. One’s. Girl.”
“Oh. My apologies. After last night, I assumed there was more to us.”
“You shouldn’t go around making assumptions about people you barely know.” I turned back to the buffet and added a banana to my tray.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” he said, putting a banana and a sandwich on his tray also.
“Last night was a hook-up, a meetup. Whatever the hell you want to call it. By no means has that given you a claim on me.”
“Fuck me for thinking otherwise.”
“Watch your language with me. I’m not in the mood.”
Andrew chose that moment to make an
Good Morning Love,
Sorry I couldn’t be here to wake you up. Had to go home and change for school. Already miss you.
And, oh, in case you were wondering, I did kiss your lips before I leaped out the window. Your response? Well, I’d rather tell you that in person.
See you at school.
PS. When you’re sleeping you’re as ethereal as a celestial being, and it feels sinful for a mere mortal like me to witness such a heavenly sight.
The paper crackled inside my balled fingers as I brought the small note to my chest. It was disturbing, but I did swoon.
Oh my, oh my, I was in deep trouble. Though those were just scribbled words, they seemed dangerous, like a vibrant, venomous snake lurking in a corner, waiting to bite. I needed an antivenin to protect my heart. However, for the first time in years, I didn’t have a second plan.
I WENT THROUGH my daily routine with a novel sense of expectation stirring inside my chest. It was like a volcano waking up after a long slumber, a slow and continuing stir before it finally erupted. I wasn’t sure how to deal with these new emotions and this new situation. Yeah, I know I claimed to be badass. Nevertheless, I was still a teenager, vulnerable to hormones. I hated to admit it, but I had fallen for Caleb. Hard. To add insult to the whole circus that had become my life, I yearned to listen to his voice, especially when he called me love. Yep, I hardly recognized myself.
Hunched over my desk, lost in reverie, I drew loops inside loops, hardly noticing when Caleb sat in the empty seat beside me.
“Good morning, love. How did you sleep?”
Without looking up, I heard Megan whisper, “Are they an item?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jessica responded.
“Didn’t sleep much, but had a fantastic night.” I shrugged. “Although as a consequence, my body is seriously sore.”
Caleb frowned in confusion. Then he glanced at Jessica and Megan and awareness filled his features. Mr. Banks called the class to session. Before I focused on what he was saying, I heard Jessica murmuring in a not-so-quiet voice, “Gross! She should use all her drug money to buy some class. Oh yeah! You can’t buy class. You’re either born with it or not.”
Jessica one, Luna zip. Did I reply? Absolutely not. Did I care? No, not really. I was beyond wasting precious energy worrying about other people’s opinions.
When the ringing of the bell ended the first torture session of the day, I jolted out of my chair and headed out. From my periphery, I had a glimpse of Jessica’s body blocking Caleb’s path, her hand planted on his chest. The chest I had rested my head on all night long. An unidentified emotion surged through my body making me feel like a raging primate. One coherent thought flooded my mind: breaking every finger on Jessica’s detestable hand.
With a heaviness in my chest, I zoomed to Literature class, the second torture chamber of the day.
At lunchtime, I spotted Jake sitting with Pat. I gathered a tray and filled it with a mango salad and chicken sandwich when familiar hands slid around my waist. My body went rigid. Fighting every fiber of my being, I gathered my strength and stepped away from the warmth of Caleb’s body.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed.
“Hugging my girl?”
“I. Am. No. One’s. Girl.”
“Oh. My apologies. After last night, I assumed there was more to us.”
“You shouldn’t go around making assumptions about people you barely know.” I turned back to the buffet and added a banana to my tray.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” he said, putting a banana and a sandwich on his tray also.
“Last night was a hook-up, a meetup. Whatever the hell you want to call it. By no means has that given you a claim on me.”
“Fuck me for thinking otherwise.”
“Watch your language with me. I’m not in the mood.”
Andrew chose that moment to make an
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