Bad Blood

Do you not know when to shut up?

Most of the class was spent in thick apprehensive tension. I kept on twiddling my fingers, tapping my foot, and biting my lip in nervousness, but Caleb didn't comment or even seem to acknowledge it. He stared straight ahead, ignoring me completely.

I tried to conjure an explanation to why he would spontaneously sit with me instead of Lauren, but came up with nothing. His actions were always so unpredictable and erratic like his moods.

I tried to focus on Mr. Hendricks' lecture on quantum mechanics, but I somehow couldn't stop myself from glancing over at Caleb. It was like an invisible force was propelling me to look at him. I tried to be at least subtle about it but failed. He caught my wandering eyes and his expression hardened, his grey eyes resembling icicles from the Antarctic.

"Stop staring Jensen or I'll have to start thinking you have a crush on me."

I scrunched up my nose and my eyebrows rose to the height of Mount Everest.

What the hell?

"Um, no. No way. Don't flatter yourself," I reassured him, "I was just wondering what the hell possessed you to sit here? Did you happen to forget that you hate me?" I told him.

"You think I sat here because of you?" He scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

I flicked him off.

Jerk.

Then, I looked over at his girlfriend.

Lauren was shamelessly staring at us, her eyebrows drawn tight, her pouty red mouth in a straight line, and her blue eyes oozing jealously.

She was probably thinking of a million different ways to bury my body.

Wow, thanks Caleb.

"Okay, but take a look at your girlfriend, Miss Six Inch Heels over there. She doesn't seem too happy about you sitting  here," I pointed out.

Then I added for good measure, "To be honest, the reason why you're dating her is lost on me."

He didn't spare her a glance. He watched me closely, an indecipherable expression crept over his face, and I did not like it one bit.

"She looks like I stole her favorite boy toy, not a sex toy or anything, more like a chewable, disposable dog toy for .. dogs. Those that squeak." I ranted and felt my face heat up.

Please kill me now. What the hell did I just say?

He didn't reply, but his face showed a hint of a smile.

He also kept his intense gaze on me which was starting to make me feel a tad bit too uncomfortable. Unfortunately, he had always had that effect on me even when we were friends. The effect that made me babble and sound like a total idiot. He used to laugh and tease me all the time for it.

Lord Jesus Christ, please help me not say anything embarrassing again.

"With the way she's looking at us, she's this close to staking her claim and peeing all over you."

I held up my thumb and my pointer finger half a millimeter apart to demonstrate how close.

That's it. I'm converting to Islam. Donald Trump can't stop me.