The Scars Run Deep

Chapter Five-

Hey guys! I know my story is a lot of conversation at the moment, in order to set up the story and the idea that the only way Brent and Val can communicate is in secret, but trust me-next chapter is a little more interesting L:

Hey

I peel my eyes open and stop as I look at my notification

Brent.

Brent?

Snatching my phone I text Caleb good morning but quickly swipe to Brent

Uhm Hey :)

I put my phone down, but another notification lights up my phone

Wyd?

I just woke up, what about you?

Same, any plans for today?

I pause, Caleb is working all day but I know he will want to hang out later tonight. Pursing my lips I think about last night. Does he really just want to take advantage of me? It's not like we're hanging out, i'm just texting him.

Uh, no not really-Caleb's working all day

Cool. We should hang out sometime soon again, all of us I mean.

I smile and twiddle with my thumbs for a minute before I pause again and think back to Caleb and how bad I hurt him

yeah

What's wrong, was I too boring for you?

What? What do you mean

Pretty short reply, don't seem to excited

Setting my phone down I find myself confused on how he came to his conclusion, and how he read my mood through one text

No, nothing like that-Caleb just doesn't like when I hang out with guys. I mean he is my boyfriend haha

Oh...that's kind of weird ha

Taken back I bite my cheek

Not really?

Right? Is it weird? I think about the other couples at school and I realize that most of them have guy friends, spend their days out with their friends, and are free to hang out with who they want.

Uh yeah kind of dude lol

After his reply I squirm in my bed and decide to spend the day watching a show and simply letting myself a couple of hours to do what I want. No Caleb, No school, No work, nothing.

Throughout the day Brent and I reply until he states that he is going out to a party and will be shutting his phone off and will text me in the morning. After that my day got a little more mundane.

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'Pete you're a fucking idiot.' Caleb calls out to his friend as poor Pete drops the tack box on the ground, the top has broken off and the contents are spilled across the dirt path.

"Fuck off Caleb." He calls back as he sweeps everything into his arms.

Caleb turns back to me and smiles "Ready to fish a little?"

I smile and nod. I don't particularly like hanging out with Caleb's friends, most of their conversation is about girls, sex, masturbation...anything sexual really. I spend most of the time dead quiet and uncomfortable. But when they do drop those subjects they're pretty nice to talk to I guess.