My Letter To The Stars

A Second Glance

Corinth's Pov

" We're not..." I tried my best to help her see reason but she stopped me. This time walking away without a second glance, and still very much in tears.

Confused as to how this scene had evidently played out, I cautiously stepped over the threshold and entered. The girl was now sprawled out over the couch hands on her head crying as if in agony. I stretched my hands as to console her, but I quickly pulled back.

" Stop crying, Caleb and I aren't dating or anything like that, we are classmates and nothing more, we were assigned members of the same group for an upcoming competition, and Caleb would never be interested in someone like me either," I said while twiddling my fingers as anxiety seemed to have devoured me.

"That doesn't answer the question, to whether you like him or not, so do you?" Her entire demeanour flipped as she now sat up, looking at me with an intense gaze, unwavering as if trying to read me for the right answer.

"No, no I don't," I spoke out quickly not wanting to leave room for her to create assumptions.

Without warning a sharp sound pierced the now silent atmosphere of the room. And to my surprise, it came from the girl adjacent to me who was now toppled over weak with laughter. Her high pitched squeals continued for quite some time as I sat there astonished and really baffled as to what was happening.

"Are you ok?" I questioned in a wavering tone. ' Did I just send this girl crazy?'

She stopped her laughing fit abruptly and spun around to face me. Causing me to jump a bit.

" Hi, I'm Shenelle Caleb's step-sister, nice to make your acquaintance." She spewed now putting forth her hand as though to receive mines in a friendly handshake.

" Corinth..." I didn't return the gesture but smiled.

"Oh God, don't look so scared I was just kidding around."She shrugged and rolled her eyes as if what had happened, was as normal as the sun rising and setting each day.

"Your little boyfriend should be home in a while, you can go to his room. First door to the left as you go upstairs."

With that, she got up and walked away leaving me for the second time today more confused than a person is allowed to be on a first meeting.

Following her directions, I made my way up to Caleb's room. The acknowledgement that I would be entering into a space he called his own, unknown to most others made me feel a strange sense of pride, one that I quickly shoved out of my mind. He is Lexa's and I need to respect that.

The room was painted a dull shade of grey and his walls were smeared with photos of football players that I didn't recognize, obviously because I wasn't into football not even in the slightest bit.

To the left of the room were two shelves that were stacked with books, I immediately motioned over there. Running my fingers along the edges of one of the shelves; I slowly skimmed over the collection of novels present. Most were thrillers some were about sports but one shoved to very back, barely seeing the light of day caught my attention.

As I grabbed it, it was quite evident this book was visited a lot as the paper was of a rust colour with bent edges. Aimlessly flipping through, my hands stopped at a sharp edge. Something sturdy was shoved in. Removing the unknown material it became clear that it was an old picture of what seemed to be a miniature version of Caleb with two men standing next to him on either side. What was not clear was the reason, why one of the men had their face cut out.

My gaze remained on the picture, for what had seemed like an eternity before I ran my fingers over the rough edges of the area where the face of the unidentified stranger once sat.