“Talk about sexually frustrated,” Becca mumbled, drinking her coffee. “What’d you say?” I acted like I couldn’t hear her. “Nothing.” She grumbled. “I’m just sick and tired of you both acting like you don’t want each other.” She muttered. I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it. She was right, and I had nothing to say. I’m sure I acted like I wasn’t falling for Callum, let alone me falling too hard for him. He was just ... perfect. It sickened me, though I loved it. I loved it how he left me thinking, how he knew all the right things to say—which worried me at one point. I wasn’t the type of person who was into one night stands or break-ups and make-ups, unlike Callum. He’s had his list of girls in high school who he’d hook up with. Every. Single. Girl. He made sure not to miss one—though he couldn’t remember all of the names. He was notorious for playing with girl’s hearts like it was a toy, leaving them broken and running to the next one, always being able to charm anyone. I wish I knew if he was still like that or— “Babe, stop going back to the high school years. You can tell he changed. Even I can even tell he’s changed.” Becca soothed me, as if reading my mind. “I’m sorry.” I whispered, looking down. “Don’t be sorry.” I now looked up at Becca. “Rebecca?” I said. “Yeah, hun?” She said, sipping her drink. I grasped my cup harder. “I’m in love with Callum Edwards.” Becca’s eyes went wide.
