I Want the Badboy

49. Ain't no ten-year-old!

"I know you'll never be able to handle a shot of that powerful tequila!".

Kaylan's POV

Memories of that Friday night kept on flashing back like it was yesterday.

Our eyes were locked because I couldn't predict his next move, or why he decided to show up when am alone and sober. I wasn't taking any chances.

"Just admit he's way hotter than before!". My subconscious snarked.

My eyes slowly scanned the classroom for any other possible weapon I could use for defense and also the easiest way to run out from the classroom incase he-

"Kaylan". He broke my thoughts of escape.

"What?". I quickly bitched-up, so he wouldn't see how far I wanted to get away from him.

"I guess you probably never want to see me or talk to me again".

"You guessed right then". I responded coldly.

He took a step forward and I took two step backwards with a firm hold on the bottle.

"I never got to explain to you after the incident". His eyes were pleading.

But please I ain't no ten-year-old!

"Is this the part where you blame it all on the alcohol? I get it". I saved him the stress.

"I wasn't drunk, Kaylan".

I didn't expect that response coming at all.

"So you're saying that you had it in mind while asking me out that you wanted to-".

"No! I'd never think of anything like that!". He defended his pathetic self.

"So tell me, because I don't understand anything you're saying". I looked him deep in the eyes as I tried to find the little-sweet-Caleb-boy  I grew up with during childhood.

"He made me do it!". He hammered.

Another-shocker!

"Who made you do it?". Not gonna lie, I was confused.

"Don't act like you don't know who am talking about, like you don't know their whole life is based on plans and they always get it right. Just like he got you right easily!". His voice held a calm anger.

"Oh-My-God-". I choked. Cassie was right about everything, she had always been. She was the last good person I had left.

"I was never gonna accept to partake in their plan but if I didn't, they had a whole-lotta bunches of plan and just like how the alphabet works. Sadly, I couldn't resist the MONEY!".

"Money?". I nearly cried out. "My dad provided everything for you, Caleb. He took you as his son since he didn't have one when your father died, so how could you?". The alcohol in my system couldn't make me sad, so I started having mixed feelings.

"How did you think I coped watching my father die in my very own eyes at a little age? The nightmares, the traumas that no-one was ready to pay attention to? My mother was stuck-up in her own grief and couldn't care for her own son. I could not understand myself because I had no-one to talk to. So I turned to drugs and it released me from my darkness and with the feeling it gave me, I became addicted at fourteen!".

I froze in shock of Caleb's revelation.

"Why you surprised? You called me your brother and you did not know I was hurting inside because all you ever cared about was your books, presentation and best grades, you never paid attention to me". He looked deranged.