Wake Up Call

CHAPTER 13

Avery

Taking a deep breath, I look out the window as we turn into a long driveway. A huge part of me is already screaming that this doesn't feel like home.

It feels wrong to be here, yet I feel as if it's my only option at the moment.

We pull up next to a large white house with tremendous glass windows. It's a lot bigger than I expected and makes me believe that Caleb must have a lot of money to be able to afford a place like this. It makes me wonder even more just what the hell he does for a living.

Caleb peers over his right shoulder and grins as he pulls up next to a yellow Four Wheeler and places his car into park. The look on his face is cocky and proud. I don't like it. It's as if he thinks he's won. "What do you think?" he questions, while pulling the keys out of the ignition, and throwing them down to lay on his lap.

Leaning back in my seat, I stiffly pull my purse closer to my side for comfort. I turn my head to look back out the window. "It's... nice," I mumble, regretting my decision even more for calling Caleb. It always ends with me feeling this way. "I didn't realize you had such a huge house."

Caleb blushes as he runs his fingers through his hair. He nods his head toward the front door which is a beautiful shade of royal blue. "Let's get out of here so you can make yourself at home," he beams. "Come on."

Home.

My stomach drops at the thought of Caleb's house being a home to me. I don't want that shit. I hate the idea of it.

Biting my tongue, I carefully step out of the car and close the door behind me. My eyes wander over to the huge house and my heart starts pounding loudly in my chest. The more I look at the place the more I realize I don't belong here.

This isn't Jace's. It isn't home.

Caleb grabs my arm snapping me out of my thoughts. "I'm sure you're going to love it here," he breathes. "There's plenty of-"

"Caleb," I cut him off. "I'm only staying for a few days." I pull my arm from out of his grip and brush my arm off. I don't want him getting any kind of crazy ideas.

I thought I'd be okay with staying with him at first, but not now. Not after seeing the victory in his eyes as if I'm choosing him over Jace.

Caleb's jaw clenches as he reaches for the brass handle of the door and pushes it open. He silently motions for me to enter the house before he follows me inside and shuts the door behind us.

The smell of Jasmine surrounds me as I look around the spotless house and place my purse on the red oak table that sits next to the door. I point over to the white suede couch and nod my head as Caleb walks over to the kitchen and opens the fridge. "I'll just sleep here tonight," I say softly, as I make my way over to take a seat on the cozy couch, and possibly my new bed for a while.

Caleb glances over from the kitchen and shakes his head. "Oh no. You're taking my room. I won't have you sleeping on the damn couch. I'll get the spare room cleaned out this week." He shuts the fridge and holds out a small tray full of fruit and yogurt. "Hungry?" he questions, while leaning against the counter, waiting for my response.

Shaking my head, I let out a long, deep breath. Eating is the last thing I have on my mind.

"Okay then," he mumbles, his voice laced with aggravation. "Well tell me about this guy you've been staying with. Did he do something to hurt you? Did he kick you out?" He pauses to eat some fruit. "What made you decide to call me?" he questions desperately.

Being around Caleb is already exhausting me. I don't have the energy to keep up a conversation with hime and the last thing I want to do is tell Caleb about Jace. He never asked about Caleb so why does Caleb always have so many damn questions?