You Can Just Call Me Ally

Chapter 5

His window is rolled down enough to see his piercing blue eyes but not quite enough to see his terrible mouth.

When I say terrible mouth, I don't mean that his lips are gross I mean that he has like a bad choice in words. His lips do look very kissable though.

Wait, what?

I must have zoned out while thinking about his lips because no Caleb looked like he was waiting for an answer to a question that I didn't hear him ask.

"Do you want a ride or not, Allison." He says tapping his finger tips on the steering wheel.

Unsure of what to do my lips start moving before my brain starts thinking and soon enough I'm sitting in the passengers seat next to the person I hate most at the moment.

Stupid lips.

We sit there as he drives in a very uncomfortable silence that makes me want to jump out the car window. I awkwardly tap my hands against my thighs creating the rhythm of the song I'm working on because I just cant think of the last line.

As I can think I can basically see the awkwardness in the air. I hate the quietness so I speak up.

"So, um. What kind of music do you like?" I blurt out the only topic that I'm comfortable with.

"I'm not a huge fan of music." he replies.

Thats it. I'm done. What kind of fucked up human hates music! I can't even look at this guy knowing he is "not a huge fan" of the only think I love in life.

"Oh." I state letting my eyes drop to my feet.

Out of the corner of my eye I spy the image of my house flash by. I pick my head back up and look back to see if I saw correctly.

Indeed I did. Score one for Ally!

"Um, where are we going? You just passed my house." I say quietly.

"My house. We have to do that project sometime." He spoke.

"But, I need to go home." I lie. I don't need to go home. I have no friends or family that need me at the moment. Gosh, I'm a terrible liar. I'm already shaking.

"No you don't." He pulls his car up in front of his house and hops out of his seat. I sit there for a second taking a deep breathe of air before climbing out of the car myself. After slamming thr car door shut, I walk up the front step and into Caleb's house. After I walk in, Caleb shuts the door behind me and gestures for me to sit on the couch. I obey to his command of the hand and sit on the couch.

Command of the hand, clever one Ally.

After I mentally thank my concience, the jerk speaks up. "So, I'm just going to set some ground rules for this project." He asserted. "Rule number one, to avoid any other fights about names you will call me Cal and I will call you Ally. Rule number two, when we get food you have to pay for half. Rule number thr-" I stop him before he can continue.

"Wow wow wow, hold up. I'm not going to pay for half of the food we eat. Thats just unfair. I'm practically broke as it is and my parent wont give me an-" He cuts me off like i did to him. "Fine, you will only have to pay the tax." He settles.

"Thank you." I feel accomlished. "And no more rules please!" I sigh letting my back go and falling into the soft cusions of the couch. "Whatever." He sits in the couch opposite of the one I am sitting on.

"So" I fill the awkward silence. "whats good?" I ask referring to whats going in in his life. His answer was surly not what I was expecting to escape his perfectly perfect lips.

Ally stop thinking about his lips.

"Your boobs" Caleb mutters.

"Ew!" I squeal covering my chest.

Before he could reply to my sign of disgust, a small voice called his name from upstairs. "Cal! I need your help!" The voice yells. Caleb groans as he gets up and jolts up the stairs screaming back at the voice "What do you want Jane?" His voice soon disappears up the stairs and im left sitting alone in his living room once again.

I began to think about how much I hate Caleb, soon enough zone out into my thoughts about how blue his eyes were and how perfect each one of his facial features are. Then I begin to wonder who Jane is. Maybe it's his little sister that looks creepily just like him? Or maybe it's their house cleaner that sounds like a 12 year old? I mean they are kinda rich after all. Or Maybe-

My toughts were cut short.

"Ally?" A male voice calls and I snap out of my vision. Caleb is standing right in front of me with a strange look on his face.

"What? A girl cant zone out?" I ask.

"Yea, and they can drool too." He replies trying to hold back his laughter.

My cheeks turn a dark shade of pink and my hand reaches up to my chin wiping the drool off my face.

Damn it something else to make fun of me for. My mind reminds me.

"But enough of your stupidity, let's just do this bitch of a project." He groans.

"Alright.." I hesitate saying because working with him can't turn out ok.

He smirks and pushes over a rather large box of old tapes and takes out one of them that said Caleb on a piece of masking tape taped to the side of the tape. He dusts it off and hands it over to me.

"This has me from when I was 2-4 on it. You have to find out how to get it on the a computer because I have no fucking clue." He says putting his hand on the nape of neck. "Do you have any videos for me to use?"

"Well you kind of caught me off guard by bringing me here right after school so all my stuff is at home." I answer.

"So, let's go to your house and work."

And before I knew it Caleb was sitting on my couch waiting for me to bring down videos from my childhood that I was absolutely ashamed to show anyone. Not even Aspyn or Travis have seen these pre 5th grade photos and tapes.

I climb down the attic ladder with a moving box full of tapes and photo albums. Once my feet where safely planted on the ground I walked over to Caleb placing the box in front of him biting my bottom lip out of pure fear.

I decide to warn him before he goes through the tapes and photos, so he doesn't get all confused, so I speak up.

"Um, listen. My photos of when I was little are kinda-" he stops me mid sentence.

"Ally I don't care about your stupid embarrassing moments as a child." He snapped.

Well that hurt, but I attempt to warn him again.

"It's not that they are embarrassing." I gulp.

"I still don't care."

I give up. Why would I think that he would care? Once he puts the pieces together he will just laugh about me. Everyone else has.

Ally stop! The voice in my head won't calm me down. I just need to cry this out.

"Well you should. You should fucking care! This is a part of my life that was horrible and I shouldn't even be sharing it with you! Not even my closest friends know! Why the fuck should I show someone who doesn't give two shits!" I scream with tear streaming down my face. I pick up the box and hold all the horrible memories close to my chest.

Damn these terrifying years of my life.

Fuck, why does he always make me upset? He cant have this effect on me. I cant let him.

He stays silent with shock written all over his face. He opens his mouth to say something but I speak first.

"You should just go." I mumble.

He gets up off the couch and slowly glided to the front door of my house. Placing his hand on the door knob, he looked back at my red eyes filled with tears then proceeded to open the door and leave.

He doesn't deserve to know what fucked up shit I have been through. He doesn't deserve to know.