hurting

chapter eight

calebs pov

ohmygod
she lives right there.

she saw me.
i paced back and forth in my room scared of what she would tell people about me.

i pulled a corner of the curtain back so i could see a bit but she had closed her curtain.

she's gonna tell all her friends that i'm a loser who sits alone in my room taking pictures of flowers.
everyone's going to make fun of me, fuck
what do i do?

she probably thinks i'm a lame fag or something. i don't want the girl i like thinking i'm gay, i mean my friends from my old school are gay but i'm not, i want to be with her.

i know i've only 'known' her for a week but i feel like me and her would really hit it off if we went on a date.

i'm overthinking this.
but, what if i'm not, what if her and all of her friends make fun of me.
ill be the laughing stock of the school.

whatever stop thinking about it caleb

okay. 1...2...3...4

i walked over to my closet and grabbed a random shirt and jacket, i slipped those on along with blue jeans that had a few rips in them from when i 'preformed' or whatever you wanna call it.

okay calm down, i need to relax.

i sat on my bed and looked at the polaroid of the flowers i had just taken a picture of.

i put it on my wall of pictures and posters and walked downstairs to my mom sitting and drinking coffee while my younger siblings crawled and ran about the house.

"i love you caleb!" she yelled as i grabbed my keys and left the house.