Unprofessional

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"What?"

"I would like to take you out Saturday night well tomorrow night. Is that ok?"

"I can't answer that right now."

"It's ok you have my number. Think about it."

"Thanks Caleb."

Caleb is the total opposite of Kyle.

Caleb is actually nice and easy to talk to. He even let's me talk.

He hasn't even tried anything other then the occasional hug.

As attractive as he is I honestly thought he was going to be some arrogant prick.

He's actually the first friend I've had since before I got together with Kyle.

Even though Kyle doesn't know about it.

Plus he doesn't wear those stupid ass skinny jeans.

Big difference between Caleb and Kyle. Caleb is a man Kyle is still acts like a boy.

I trust Caleb more knowing him only a week then I have with Kyle or whole relationship!

Caleb drops me off at my house.

Caleb's POV

I have no idea what it is about this girl. Usually i meet a girl bang there brains out then send them of on there way but Jade's different.

I haven't even tried kissing her yet!

I just feel like I have to see her everyday.

She hasn't opened up to me too much but it's enough. Which still makes me believe she's hiding something.

Even though I only see her for a little over an hour a day. We do text a lot.

I've gone to work exhausted the next morning from texting her until 3 am.

Then she feels bad that I don't get enough sleep. But it's worth it.

I really hope she can make it tomorrow night.

I don't think I'd be able to make it through the weekend without seeing her.

Kyle came home late tonight. He's probably at some other girls house. Not like I have room to say anything. I've been seeing Caleb while he's at work.

I hear the front door open and slam shut. Great he's in a bad mood.

"Jade where the fuck you at?"

"I'm in the kitchen doing dishes."

"I'm going out of town this weekend. Business trip."

"What kind of out of town trip does a mechanic take?"

"Are you calling me a liar?!" He raises his voice.

"No no I'm not." If he goes out of town I can see Caleb all weekend.

"Sounds like you are."

He gets closer to me. I'm practically shaking.

He walks closer towards me and pushes me hard into the counter.

I keep a straight face no matter how bad I want to cry. I've learned that makes it worse.

"You're lucky thats all I'm doing to you for calling me a liar."

"I'm sorry. When will you be home?"

"Late Sunday night. Probably after midnight. So this place better be clean."