Pretty Boy

Chapter Three

Jesse's POV

The rest of the day I stayed clear of Caleb until fifth hour, lunch. I always pack my lunch; I just can't stand cafeteria food for some reason. I also enjoy the oreos I always, always pack them with each lunch. Just as I said, I saved a table for Brooke and her friends, Karin, Courtney, Anne, and Katie. I sat by myself for now, eating my grilled cheese sandwhich. I looked up when I hearda tray slam against the table, thinking it was Brooke or one of her friends. But it wasn't. Of course it wasn't; it had to be Caleb.

"Why do you keep bothering me?" I groaned, grabbing my lunch sack. Caleb grabbed my arm, pulling me to sit back down.

"We need towork on the project. Besides, you're lucky to even get to spend time with me,' Caleb hissed, I stared at him for  moment in pure hate before looking away and sighing.

"I wasn't even in your life until now; what changed?" i asked. He stared at me.

"You caught my eye." is all he said. I rolled my eyes, biting into my sandwhich again when Brooke and the rest of her friendssat down beside me. She leanded forward, kissing me, but this time a deep one instead of a peck. I finally pulled away and noticed that Caleb was staring at me with no emotion. He was hiding something.

"Hey babe," Brooke said; I looped my arm around her waist and she rested her head on my shoulder. She really was beautiful. She could do much better. She instantly started chatting with her friend while I ate my meal in silence with Caleb staring at me. I glanced at him, closing my eyes as Brooke landed another kiss on my lips.

"Would you stop doing that while I'm trying to eat?" It's disgusting." he murmured. I pulled away from Brooke, standing up with my empty lunch sack.

"I'm going to go sit on the benches, alone, no on efollow me unless they want their head chopped off." i told them seriously, but I could tell they thought it was a joke. I smirked softly, throwing away my trash and walking off towards the benches in the middle of the area where we ate lunch. We all ate lunch outside, with a little square area with grass and trees and benches so you could just visit while the rest of the grade finished eating. We had B lunch, as being sophomores. I sat down on a bench, leaning backand staring up at the soft blue California sky. I smiled to myself, thinking of the summer I spent with Brooke at the beach and how she looked in a bikini. Only, it didn't make me feel...i don't know, turned on, maybe? I sighed, biting my lip. I half expected caleb to sit down by me, simce he had a recent obsession with stalking me wherever I went, but it was Brooke. I was slightly glad it was her, but the other half of me wished it was caleb. Who am I kidding? Caleb doesn't care about me; he only wants agood grade.

'Are you alright?" brooke whispered, grabbing my hand. I looked at her beautifulface, feeling bad about myself, about everything. Why was she still with me? I'm a horrible boyfriend.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine," I smiled at her, she kissed me. We didn't pull away for a few seconds, but when we did it was for a split second. She leaned back in to kiss me again and again until I felt another presence, watching over us. I pulled away and she frowned slightly at me.

"Someone's a stalker.."

Caleb rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand, "Hey, I think we should get working on the project. I have the best idea and it involves you actually working with me, shocker right?" I glared at him and looked at Brooke across the courtyard, she smirked.

"I don't honestly want to work with you, but alright, I guess Brooke, I'll see you eighth hour okay?" I asked. She nodded, pecking my lips. I smiled at her, being pulled away by Caleb. He plopped under aa tree in the corner of the courtyard, staring at me expectantly, almost like he wanted something from me.

"What?"

"Nothing" he obviously lied. I shrugged sitting down beside him. he pulled out a notebook that I didn't even notice he had and a pencil from his blonde shaggy hair. He skipped the front of the notebook, openning it up to the middle, which I was curious, but didn't say anything.

"Let's get to work....I think you should sketch out a drawing of the romans on horse back, since you're a great drawer. You know, with them fighting and stuff." he blushed.

"You...think i'm a good drawer?" I whispered. I couldn't let him get to me. I shifted a little bit, and he nodded, smiling, a real smile. My heart flip-flopped and I covered my mouth with my hand.

"So, um, anyways, do you think you could do that?" he asked, handing me his notebook. I shrugged then nodded, taking his pencil and getting to work. He started to talk about Rome, and he seemed to know a lot of stuff about it. I stared at him, a little shocked.

"What?"

"You know a lot of stuff about Rome," i said, confused. He blushed, obviously not proud of it.

'Yeah,well, I'm smart...jut don't tell anyone, or I'll murder you," he hissed. I wonder why he would want to hide it when the bell rang for switching lunch and class periods rang. He grabbed my hand, helping me up. I tripped over my own two feet--gosh, I'm such a clutz, knocking into him. he caught my by the arm, hauling me forward towards the door. No one saw since everyone was alreaady gone, trying to escape the crowd of juniors. We bustled into the hallway, him still holding my hand. I blushed at him and he let go slowly,

"Er, sorry about that."

"It's fine," I mumbled, walking towards our fifth hour class, with him

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