Moving on...

Caleb's POV

I'm really sorry it has been soooo long since I last updated. I'm still not sure if you guys like the way I write or like my story so please leave me comments....
I chuckled as I walked away from her house.She is so cute when she's frustrated,her forehead scrunched up in this adorable way and her teeth bite into her lips,nibbling on them lightly.Shit I just called her adorable....What no!I definitely don't like her....she just umm...intrigues me.

Convinced by my own explanation ,I let out a huff of relief and walk towards my house. I look back and see her at her window,seeing her glistening back eyes camouflage behind the silky strands of a matching shade of black,I can't help but stare at her.Her eyebrows are scrunched and her forehead is wrinkled in a worried way.She's having a conversation with someone,Meera mostly,oblivious to the fact that I'm watching her.Her eyes are glistening and I begin to wonder what is behind those curtains of insecurity.

Why is she always so far away from everyone.She has built her walls so high and strong that it took me years to encircle the walls to find a tiny hole in the wall to slide through and take a peek in her world,but all I ended up doing was creating a hatred between us. But I'm happier being the one guy who she hates and can interact with,rather than one of those other guys who she has no problem with but isn't comfortable around.All these years I've never once seen her truly smile and every time I tried to make her smile she gave me a questioning look that I found hard to decipher.

Like the one time,when we were eight,I gave her my extra sandwich with a smiley face drawn on it with ketchup when Mike Stanford accidentally drops hers and she was almost in tears.It was her favourite strawberry jam sandwich.A laugh escapes my mouth when I recollect the eight year old Ashley with her shoulder length black hair tied in two ponytails,even then she wore a loose boys t-shirt and shorts.I was trying to be nice but all she did was eyed me suspiciously,scanning me with her innocent childish eyes and walked away.So I resorted back to being the annoying guy who constantly nagged her.However, over the years I had lost hopes of ever being friends with her and had become more subtle in my actions and of course there was soccer to keep my mind off her..and of course the cheerleaders,how could I forget them? I grin.

But this was until yesterday during detention.Seeing her all alone there, I couldn't control myself and just had to talk to her.I was just playing around with her but when she called me an asshole,it hurt.I've been called worse by other people but coming from her it hurt, and the fact that she saw me as a worthless playboy jock who has no respect for girls,hurt me even more.

Well I have had a my share of girls but none of them were serious and I never cheated on anyone.And plus ,who was to judge,like I never made my intentions very clear to the girls.They still chose to be with me .

But I was used to this judgement,the entire world sees me this way,heck my own dad thinks I'm this way,I knew she hated me but I didn't know this was the impression I had created in front of her.

Now that she's stuck with me for the whole term,I'm going to climb above those walls of hers and get her to smile.Her smile is like a beautiful enchanting secret of hers.I can't stop imagining how those pink lips would look and how there would be a glint of happiness in those coal eyes and how her dimples,which are normally only seen when she is pursing her lips in anger,would play on her flushed cheeks,that too because of me.

Smiling at the thoughts of her smiling, I turn around and push open the door to enter my house.

I wasn't sure about Caleb's POV so much and believe me when I say it was difficult.Anyways I'm going to stick to Ashley most of the time and write from Caleb's POV only when necessary.It gets to cheesy.I know,I know "I" make it cheesy but hey he is my character and that's how his personality is.