What's Enough?

Chapter 127

When I arrive back at my house, I spot Caleb's car across the street. He spots me also because he gets out of the car and walks across the street to me.

He's mad; the air leaving his nose causes smoke to form, "Where were you?" he aggressively asks,

"I-"

"Why have you not answered any of my calls?"

He called me three times while at Ryder's house; I sent each call to voicemail, one because I'm not ready to face him and two because I was having a good conversation with Ryder. I wanted to keep him talking for as long as possible because who knows when we will get another moment like that.

"Where the hell were you?!" his brow furrow, and his rage-filled eyes search mines,

"I was at a friend's house,"

He rubs the back of his hand over his forehead, "A friend? You don't have any friends," he spits.

"I have friends," I fire back. One friend, Jessica, but still.

He then shouts, "Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not-"

"Yes, you are!" he says, cutting me off. "So you weren't with Ryder?" My mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out. "You were with him yesterday too. Or are you going to stand here and say you weren't?"

"Caleb, I'm sorry it's not what you think," I try to go for his hand to calm him down, but he pulls away from me.

"How am I ever supposed to believe anything you say?" he scornfully says.

I don't know how to answer that; I can't stand here and defend myself because he's right. I lie to him all the time, I don't want to, but I just find it so hard to express myself and tell him things.

I fear he will leave if I tell him the truth—That's why I lie. I just realized that by keeping things a secret, he may possibly end up still leaving because of not knowing the truth.

"I have to go," he turns around and walks away from me.

I watch as he hops in his car and speeds off down the road.

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Caleb POV

The car door slams a little too hard as I get out of the car. I walk around the house and to the back. I remember Willow telling me that Ryder lived in the poolhouse outback.

I spot the giant glasshouse at the other end of the pool.

Fucking rich people, who the fuck needs a poolhouse along with a house.

I march across the yard and over to the house. Without even knocking, I just burst in.

He's standing up, balancing on a crutch, "What the fuck are you doing here?" he growls.

If he weren't already crippled, I would beat the shit out of him, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He looks around, "Standing in my fucking room," he says, playing dumb.

"No, with Jayda!"

A sadistic smile comes across his face, "What did she say?"

"She didn't say shit; that's why I'm here asking you," If she told me, I wouldn't not be standing here right now, but because she keeps so many fucking secrets, I have to find the answer to them myself.

"Well, I'm not doing anything with her yet."

Ugh, if only she saw this fucking side of him, "What do you mean yet? Nothing is going to ever happen between you. She doesn't like you; she feels nothing for you," I indecisively. She says she feels nothing towards him, but part of me doesn't believe that.