Enemy Confessions

Chapter Thirty

The weekend drug on, and there was no sign on Cale. Every time I heard the click of a key in the front door, my stomach flipped, hoping it was him. But it never was. Where does he go? Who was he with? Where is he sleeping? Is he sharing a bed with someone? I shudder at the thought. I wasn't sure what I expected to happen if he did come through the door. Part of me wanted to rip his head off, and the other part of me just wanted to know that he was ok. It was very confusing. I should hate him. I do hate him. I want to hate him more than I already do. But my mind can't seem to. Stupid mind.

Monday finally came, and I sat in my regular spot in the back, Michie hadn't arrived yet, which was unusual. Normally, he shows up before I do. I hadn't talked to him since I left his dorm unexpectedly. I was doodling on my paper when I felt a presence beside me. I assumed it was Michie.

"What are you drawing?" The voice spoke.

"Cale being eaten by a lion." I'm not a very good drawer, but it was clear to see my sick person being chomped by a furious stick lion. I paused for a second. The voice seemed deeper than Michies. I looked up cautiously, realizing whose voice it was.

"What the fuck? Where have you been?" I said in a hushed yet angry voice to Cale, trying to avoid unwanted attention. I felt my cheeks burning.

"Why do you care?" He asked, almost as if my question was comical.

"I don't," I said quickly and went back to my drawing.

"Drawing was never you're thing was it?" I felt him mocking me.

"Stop pretending like you know me, cause you don't." I saw Cale roll his eyes.

I stared straight ahead and saw Michie walk in. He looked at me and shook his head. He was slightly laughing to himself as he took a seat on the other side of the classroom. I'm sure sitting here with Cale after I said his name while making out with Michie didn't go over well. I could feel Cale's eyes following Michie.

"Ah, guess I missed a lot." Cale turned and looked at me. "Trouble in paradise?"

"The only trouble here Cale is you." I didn't bother to look at his face. I already knew his expression would be smug.

"I thought every girl like a bad boy." He leaned in closer, and I leaned back.

"Bad, not pathetic. Bad boys don't run away like a scared little bitch" Now it was my turn to mock.

"I didn't run..." his voice was now turning angry.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Then where were you? I was told you run away every so often." I fake pouted.

"You know nothing.."

"And neither do you." I cut him off, glaring at him.

I didn't know how to react. All I could do was bite the inside of my cheek to avoid biting my lip, as he would expect me to do.

"Someone took some bitchy pills this morning." He leaned back on the chair and put his hands behind his head.

"Don't push it." I warned.

"Push what?" He whispered in my ear. I jumped slightly at the feeling of his breath and the unexpected closeness. I felt his leg press against mine under the table. The pressure of our legs touching, even through clothes, was making sparks fly. I hoped he couldn't see my cheeks flush because I could feel it. My whole body was burning. I hated it and loved it at the same time.

"You're the reason I'm even having any issues. It's almost like you're jealous."

"Don't kid yourself; I'm not jealous of you and mickey mouse over there" He paused for a second before continuing. "Why am I the reason you're having issues?