The Diamond in the Rough

Chapter Five

Sometime later he dropped me off at my house, I did my homework like the well behaved pupil that I am, ate my dinner and went to bed at a decent time.

Two days passed without a sign of Caleb. Curiously and angst swelled in my gut like a big butterfly fest.

On Thursday he finally made his reappearance, with a fading black eye and a split on his wrist.

I try my best not to sprint right into the gym. As I do walk in, I see him at the very top of the bleachers on his phone. Alone. His ignorant group of friends haven't yet shown up. I gather my wits, and silently march up the edge of the bleachers, then make my way across to Caleb.

He doesn't notice until I plop down about a foot away. He looks up from his phone, which I'm pretty sure is off anyway, and stares me in the eye, wearing a blank look.

With my eyebrows knit, I cup the side of his face and lightly trace around the darken bruise on his right eye with my thumb. What happened?

"I got in. . .a fight. Yeah, a fight. With. . .with one of the seniors. I put up one hell of a fight though," Caleb somewhat stutters and forces one of his famous smirks. But I knew it wasn't real.

I let my hand down and shake my head. My attention falls down to his splint-worn wrist, laying lazily on his thigh. I raise an eyebrow. And your wrist?

"What can I say? I just punch too hard." He shrugs. I don't buy any of it. I'm not known to dig into other people's personal lives, though, and whatever happened, happened. Obviously none of my business. So I shrug right back, and make my way back down the bleachers, out of the gym, to where else but the library.

I know this chapter was short but yolo who the fuck reads this anyway.