Pretty Boy

Chapter Thirteen

Calebs POV

"I really have to get home," I looked down, pulling my phone out to show him the time. Like I half expected, he stole the phone from me, quickly guessing my password it seemed.

"What the hell? Give it back!" I yelled, standing up. This is annoying, little shit!. Minus the little part. He was a couple inches taller than me, but whatever. He didn't respond, he kept the phone. Why I didn't try to take it from him? Hell, you know what he can do. Footsteps became louder by the second. I turned my head, noticing a boy running towards.....us? Once he got closer, I was able to tell it was that Drake boy Daniel never heard him coming, surprisingly. Why tell him? It's not like I like him, or Drake, but again whatever. Daniels more of a jerk. I was quickly pushed to the side roughly, clearly shocking me. I took the scene in. Drake and Daniel were hitting each other again, but Drake seemed to the one in control. The only thing different about this scene, is that there is no crowd. Just for me to witness. My head quickly snapped up a bit, seeing my phone. Daniel must have thrown it in the air because of drake's little 'surprise'. I actually cought the phone in my hands, stuffing it into my pocket. Daniel basically threw Drake to the ground like a toy. This made me more terrified of him that I already was.I finally started running

whilst both boys continued fighting. I definitely wouldn't be the one to stop them again. since that didn't work out so well the last time. What the hell were they even fighting about? Who cares? I kept running until I reached my house. I hesitated slightly, knowing my dad would throw a fit as soon as I walked in.

"Hello?" no one answered. I sighed walking to my room. I set my phone on my desk. Fatigue instantly took over my body, every muscle relaxing. My eyes shutslowly. I didn't even have to think about life before I fell asleep.