Pretty Boy

Chapter Eleven

Caleb's POV

I don't cry. Did he love me? I don't speak. Why him? I don't sleep. What's going to happen now? I go to school. I walk through people. I look at his desk. I stand in front of his locker. I go to the funeral. After 3 months I cry. I'm walkig, I dont know were I'm going, I just know I cant go back to my house, not yet. It's almost 10 pm. His smile could make my life, I just want to see it one more time, I want to kiss him one more time, hold him one more time. I would never give him back if I got him again. I'm selfish like that. I wish we met sooner. Had a little more than a week with him. I know I love him, one week and I found and lost my soulmate. Poor little me. I'm interupted from my thoughts

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" My head snaps toward the direction of the continuouus chants. I could see a small group of people lined up in a corner by the park.My eyebrows knitted together as my feet took me towards the group. Two boys stood in front of each other. Both had the same fury building up in their eyes. God if looks could kill. Tehy kept spitting profanity, insults, and other nonsence at each other. I inspected both biys, though it was hardsince it was getting darker, and I was in an ally. Both of the boys had dark hair. Black hair, I think. Both of them were around the same hight. Attractive yes. Not like Jesse. Both had some type of injury, I'm guessing from the fight. One had a slight bruise on his cheek, and the other had what seemed like a black eye. Right out of nowhere, the boy with the bruise on his cheek threw a punch straight at the other boy. Jesse would jump in. I jumped in between them.

"Stop" I shouted. Jaw's dropped for a couple seconds. The boy that was hit was on the ground, but he was recovering slowly. He had blueish gray eyes. Jesse. He stared at me for awhile, his face softning. I could't move from my spot/ My eyes were locked with his. His eyes were just so mesmerizing.

"Jesse?" A tear rolled down my cheek. I fell to the groud before the question could be answered. My eyes closed, and I was aching in pain. I don't know what happened, but I assume someone pulled me down. I laid on the ground wanting to get up, wishing I did't have too. My eyes shot open as I heard loud grunts, and more profanity, but louder. I looked at the two boys through the corner of my eye, not being able to  turn my body away. The boy that once stood in front of me was punching and kicking the other boy. My eyes widened as the boy on the ground fell completly limp. He could've been beatento death. Is he dead? I looked around the area were the boy was laying. Blood everywhere.

I tried to sit up, but pain coursed through my body. The boy on the ground still wasn't moving and the one that probably killed him was gone.

Wait,wrong. The boy was right beside me. My eyes widendedas I scrambled to my feet. He killed the other boy. He's a monster. He stared at me with his light blue orbs, worry evident in his eyes. I ran. I didn't need to witness something like that, I've seen enough death for the year. Even if he didn't kill that boy.

"Wait! I'm sorry. Wait1" he shouted after me. I felt him coming closer. I rounded the corner quickly, trying to get home. Eventually, he grabbed hold of my wrist, stopping me. I was strong, I should have pulled away.I just couldn't. He looks so much like Jesse. Tears form in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry." he says softly, out of breath.

"Leave me alone." I muttered, in slightly annoyed growl. I don't want to be anywhere near him, when he reminds me so much of the boy I lost.

"I'm sorry Drake pulled you down I'm sorry you had to watch that." he looked down at me with a small frown, forming on his face.

"Leave me alone." I repeated, looking away from himI saw him shaking his head through the corner of my eye, grabbing onto my wrist a but tighter.

"I'm sorry I took him off of you and stopped him from hurting you any more than he already had," he said in an annoyed tone.

"You think that didn't scare me? I've had enough death in the past 8 months. I don't need more." I tried topping his voice.

"Would you rather get hit like that, or would you rather it be him?" he asked pulling his eyebrows together.

"Just leave me alone!" I told him firmly, finally pulling away my wrist from him. He's a stupid jerk who alomst killed that "Drake" boy. Who cares if it was to protect me? Jesse's not here. I don't need to be saved.He pushed me against the wall as soon as I tried to run. He pressed his body against mine, preventing me from going anywhere. I'm not used tobeing this close to anyone. I wish this mystery boy was Jesse.

"Now, care to tell me who the fuck Jesse is? he whispers huskly in my ear, making shivers run through my body.

What the hell is going on?