Bittersweet

Chapter 2

I took a moment to collect myself and comprehend what I just laid my eyes on. I gasped and coughed like crazy. Out of all the times, my body decides to try and choke me now. Rebecca was nice enough to rub on my back and hand me my bottle of water from under the table. I thanked her and she just nodded. I was praying not to get an asthma attack, since I forgot my inhaler at home.

Looking up once again from my fit of coughs, I was met with a worried expression from a guy who I swore I've seen before. He had brown hair, forest green eyes, and an over the top hot face.

"Caleb..." I whispered under my breath, thankfully no one heard me.

He tore his worried, widened eyes away from me and turned to the teacher.

"Bonjour Miss Chloè, sorry I was late." He said and his voice sounded different.

"Ah it's ok Caleb, take a seat... oh give me the permission slip." Miss Chloè said in her french accent. He handed it to her and she smiled.

He strode towards the side of class I was sitting in and with every step he took, my nerves went haywire. I felt anxiety eat at me as he brought his eyes up and met mine.

What the heck was that Ana?! Get yourself together! I yelled at myself in my head.

He took a seat on the table next to mine and gave me a sly smile. I pulled my hands up and over my cheeks, because I was sure they were cherry red and heated. I took deep breaths to prevent me from getting an asthma attack.

"Hi Anastasia." He said and extended the 'a' in a goofy way then smiled again. I swear my full name never came out so perfectly off of someones lips. He knows well I don't like anyone calling me by my full name, even teachers. I'm known all around as Ana. But he just does it to spite me.

"Hi." I croaked back, since I was just coughing.

He moved his eyes to Rebecca and gave her an even bigger smile. My face dropped and I looked away. Knowing Caleb, he hits on every girl he sees. For as long as I know he is probably already dating someone new.

"Becca." He said and winked.

"Ugh stop..." She said and he smirked "Wasn't the morning enough for you." she said and smiled, as if remembering what ever shitty thing they did in the morning that made her so flustered.

"Later then..." He said and took a seat, still smirking. Becca rolled her eyes in amusement.

"Are you ok?" Caleb asked and I snapped out of my day-dream on lord knows what.

"Huh?" I said trying not to stare at him, so I decided on focusing on the floor.

"Are you ok? You basically almost died there coughing." He said and Becca burst into a fit of laughter and giggles that sounded absolutely fake. I glared at her, and Caleb laughed at me for doing that.

"Oh.. ya I'm fine, just hope no attack..." I answered and he look at me in confusion.

"Oh right you don't know..." He looked at me, worried again, "I have asthma...."

"I'm sorry, are you ok?" He asked for the third time.

"Caleb stop talking and pay attention!" Miss Chloè yelled. I forgot that I was in class, talking to him for a good thirty seconds was nice. He turned around in his seat facing the board, but then looked at me again. I nodded back, so he smiled.

Class went by with him talking to Becca and them whispering things I couldn't hear and surely didn't want to hear. I've known Caleb my whole life. He was never like this, he changed. Sadly for the worse. But the conversations he had with girls were utterly gag worthy. I never imagened him to..... I was cut off by my name being said... by Becca....

"Ana? Ya she's..." She stopped when I snapped my head towards her. She smiled at me apologetically, I just nodded bitterly. Caleb just stared at me expecting me to burst, but he doesn't know I changed a bit. He was surprised as I continued taking down the table for irregular verbs in french.

The bell finally rang and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Caleb stopped me while I was packing my stuff to go to break and I looked up and his eyes met mine. I quickly looked away.

"I promise we didn't say anything bad about you." He said trying to convince me, I wasn't buying it though.

"I don't care." I simply answered. His eyes widened.

"When did you stop not giving a shit about things to do with yourself?" He asked. I knew better, he was saying it sarcastically. So I gave him the 'seriously' look and he raised his hand in surrender trying to fight back a smile. I laughed a little so he smiled back.

"No seriouly, do you believe me?" He asked, I looked at him and wondered. Do I?

(Date: 21 January)