The Stupid Dare (Completed)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

"Hey, babe," Ash said, placing an arm around my waist. I made no move to shrug it off, Ash had been after me for a while and I knew better than to try and fight him.

But I wasn't letting him anywhere near my lower body willingly. He had kissed me a few times, but that was it.

"Hey Ash," I replied, smiling at him. Ash was your typical popular jock, wavy blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes. Exactly my type. Apart from the fact that I felt absolutely nothing romantically towards him.

"So, how have you been, babe?" Ash asked. "Good, good," I replied, vaguely. It was a week after Caleb had been over at my house. We had gotten considerably closer and I now sat with him at lunch.

The girls all thought it was because of the dare, but they were only partly right, Caleb and I had far more interesting discussions than they did.

"Sorry babe, I have to go, see you later," Ash whispered, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead before running off with his jock friends. I noticed Caleb standing nearby, an unreadable expression on his face. I made my way over to him. "Hey, what's up?" I greeted.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Caleb asked, a strange glint in his eye.

"No, he's just a jock that wants to get in my pants but I won't let him," I explained.

"It didn't look like you didn't want him to me."

"I know better than to try and fight him off."

Then it clicked. The unreadable expression, the strange glint, the question. "Aww, is Caleb jealous?" I asked, pinching his cheek.

"No." He replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Oh my, now he's blushing!" I cried. "Shut up!" Caleb snapped, looking even more embarrassed now. "I'm going to class. See you later," he said, pushing past me and hurrying away.

Later on, at my house, I couldn't help but bring it up. "So you were jealous then? What of?" I asked.

He glared at me. "I. Was. Not. Jealous."

"Looked a lot like it to me."

"Shut up."

Suddenly, I remembered something I had meant to ask him before. "Can I see your house some time?" I asked.

He hesitated, looking like he was having a debate with himself. "Okay," he sighed. "Great! Oh, can we go now? Please?" I pouted.

"Come on," Caleb said.

We arrived at an ordinary two-storey house. "This is where you live?" I asked. Caleb nodded. "It's not much, but it's enough." I decided not to say anything, but followed him inside instead.

It was surprisingly cosy and made me feel at home straight away. "My room's this way," he said, taking me up the stairs and stopping in front of a black door. Makes sense.

He pushed the door open and walked in, me following behind him. It looked like an ordinary teenage boy's room; clothes scattered here and there, the bed unmade, but one thing that surprised me was the electric blue guitar in the corner of the room. "That's your guitar?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah." He replied. "Can you play something for me?" I asked quietly.

He thought about it for a minute, but then gave in. He picked up the guitar, sat down on his bed and began to strum. I sat on the bed beside him.

I recognised the tune he was playing, but I couldn't remember what the words were. I was fairly content with listening to the music, but then I heard a voice quietly singing. I put my hands to my lips to check that it wasn't me.