Eight: Caleb

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AILAINA

Calum: You talked to Luke

Me: I had to. I can't let him treat my best friend like that. It's bullshit.

Calum: thanks, but next time, don't

Calum: he was even worse today

Calum: he ravaged my fridge

Me: I'm not just gonna stand here and let him treat you like that

Calum: then sit down or something

Calum: i just have to deal with him for a couple more weeks, anyways

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Me: You just couldn't be nice

Luke: Nice isn't exactly in my repertoire, darling

Me: Don't call me darling

Luke: tell me you didn't feel something when i called you that, and i'll stop

Me: You mean besides revulsion?

Luke: so you want me to stop being myself towards your friend Caleb

Me: His name is Calum

Luke: to-may-to, to-mah-to. Same shit different pile

Me: Yes, I want you to stop

Luke: Forgive me, but your tone isn't quite coming across over text message

Luke: i think it'd be better if we met in person

Me: Are you trying to get me to go out with you?

Luke: i'm just making a point

Me: Will you stop afterwards?

Luke: i will consider.

Me: Fine.

I know it was pretty stupid of me to agree to go out with Luke, especially because I told everyone including myself that I'd stay away from him, but I had to do it. It was for Calum. Would it be weird if I was kind of nervous? Not just any type of nervous, either. I can't quite seem to put my finger on it, but I've never really felt this type of way before. It's probably just because it's Luke.

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