Battle of the Boys

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Not A Good Thing

Something I now enjoyed, were my new, peaceful walks to sixth period.

One thing students here at Cambridge were allowed to enjoy, was the option of having a free period. I was even luckier to have gotten the one following lunch, fifth. This free time in between classes gives me the opportunity to catch up- whether it be on undone homework, self reflection, or in my case, taking a brisk nap.

Usually, students with free periods result to the courtyard, library, or lunch room. I chose the library, because it was the most peaceful, and because it was on the other side of the school than what my sixth period was.

I liked walking and thinking, and this long trek to History provided me the opportunity to do that.

So here I was, five minutes left of fifth period and already on my way to sixth. Today's reflection topic was none other than- Caleb Dixon, of course. He was all I could think of right now.

The way he smiles, the way he takes my breathe away, the way he actually seems like a decent guy despite his playboy rebel reputation. Caleb was nothing like people had said- although, he did have that constant mysterious vibe to him. You just never knew what he was thinking, or really, anything about him.

But last night, I had gotten the golden opportunity. I was able to dig deep inside of him, and learn things. They may not be the type of things I was looking for, but at least it was something. I would consider it progress- and progress is nothing but a good thing.

"Psst."

Knocking me out of my in-depth thoughts, the loud- yet subtle- whisper had caught my attention. When I turned to where the sound had come from, I was faced with an empty stairwell.. what?

Of course my curiosity had gotten the best of me, though. Before my mind could contradict, I was inching nearer and nearer towards the stairwell. I had barely just reached the open doors, when an arm shot out, and yanked back inside with it.

A large hand slapped across my mouth, and an undeniable force shoved me back against the wall. I looked up into the eyes of Caleb, which oddly calmed me down. He removed his hand.

"Hey, Briar." He grinned, resting his arm against the wall above my head, and slightly leaning in towards me.

I studied his smile, "Hey... Caleb."

And just like that- as if he had casted some spell on me- everything I was thinking about disappeared, as the memories of what Caleb had said to me last night filled my mind.

'I want you.'

That's when I understood why he has pulled me in here. Caleb was ready to claim what he had asked for- and I don't think I was planning on stopping him.

Caleb licked his lips, while his eyes trailed down from mine, to my lips. It sent chills spiraling up the back of my neck. I felt paralyzed by his appeal. It felt amazing.

But as Caleb inched closer, and my heart beat for more, something else made its way into my mind- and that would be Heather, bringing up what happened with Sonny.

I didn't want to admit it, but she was right- and also my best friend. If anyone knew what was best for me, it would be her- even though I wouldn't always agree at first. Heather didn't think this whole Caleb thing was a good idea, and If she didn't think so, I only had one choice.

That choice was to believe her.

Caleb's soft lips were now centimeters away from mine. All I really needed right now was just one simple kiss- but based off of previous experience, I knew that one would lead to plenty more.

If I were going to listen to Heather, I had to do it the right way. That meant no kiss for me. and no kiss for Caleb either. At least I wouldn't be the only one missing out.

"Wait- stop." I grabbed the two sides of his jacket and pushed his chest away from me.

Caleb seemed confused, "What's wrong- isn't this what you wanted?"

I sighed, while shaking my head, "No. It's what you wanted."

Caleb scoffed, and paced around the stairwell. I watched as he rubbed his face, frustratedly. "You seemed like you wanted it a minute ago."

I hugged the sides of my shoulders, "It's just wrong-"

"How?" He questioned me, "How could it possibly be wrong? You're single, I'm single- I don't understand what the problem is."

But of course he wouldn't understand. Caleb didn't know about Sonny, or about how Heather had somehow convinced me that this would just end up the same way. And the thing is, Caleb wouldn't know. I wasn't planning on telling him something that personal about me- I wasn't planning on telling anyone who didn't already know.

Judging by how upset he was, I wanted him to be able to know. That way, maybe he would understand and not hate me like he was about too. The last thing I wanted was for Caleb to hate me. I had just gotten the guy to take interest in me, for fucks sake. Nobody knew how badly I didn't want to mess this up now.

"Its too much to explain." I muttered, grabbing my bag that fell to the floor, and bolting towards the opened doors. I was almost out- when Caleb grabbed my arm, and spun me back around towards him. This time, our faces weren't the only things close- our whole bodies were.

I could feel his steady heartbeat syncing with mine. He stared into my eyes, and I could sense my knees going week. His face drew closer, and my eyelids grew heavy. His lips grazed mine. Heather's words filled my ears.

This time, I full on pushed him away. "I'm sorry."

I scurried out of there, but not fast enough to where I couldn't hear him call after me.

"I know you want me, Bentley!" He called out after me, "I know you want me as much as I want you."

The bell rang right after he finished his lingering words, once again, like everything was cued or on some spell.

But what I tried to focus on mainly, was how I was already late to sixth. Not a good thing- just like Caleb.

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Short chapter!!!

And that's really all i have to say, ahaha.

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