Love's crime

~ 2 ~

28th August 1940
The years flew by like the wind and suddenly, they were thirteen and starting secondary school. Caleb was just returning to public school after four years of being homeschooled.

Caleb never liked school, he previously was a conspicuous target to bullies, normally for his looks and just for who he was in general. He had heterochromia, one of the key reasons as to why he was picked on so much. His right eye was a soft baby blue, while the left one was a dark hazel colour. It was confusing to Peter as to why obtaining a unique quality could become such a burden. But people were just shockingly cruel where they lived. Luckily for Caleb, Peter was always there to proctect him against his tyrants. Peter could fight, he trained in the martial arts since he was four. He was a quick learner and was admired greatly by his Sensei. Peter in defence of Caleb resulted in many suspensions much to the detriment of his parents, but the bullies who tortured him before never bothered either one of them again.

The two boys walked through the doors of their middle school. Peter cringed as he looked around the familiar hallway. Caleb's usually placid personality was now plagued with fear and anxiety. His knuckles were turning white from gripping onto the straps of his backpack so hard. Caleb's breath hitched as a sea satchel people suddenly entered the building. Even Peter jumped. Caleb swiftly turned on his heels. "No way, Petel, I can't do this," he said as he sped to the school doors. Peter felt his face going red as it always did at the mention of that sweet nickname Caleb had for him. He grabbed him by the arm and pulled him along. "You're staying here whether you like it or not. You gave me your word that you'd be staying here the full day." Caleb tried to walk away despite his friends strong grip. "With that many people in here? Hell no." Peter pulled him back. "Uh, it's school what did you expect? Ten people?" Caleb strained. "Peter, you can't make me. Now, let me go." Peter released his grip. "You're seriously not gonna be a coward, are you?" Caleb stopped. He turned to face Peter with narrowed eyes. Peter smirked. Caleb muttered a bunch of curses before saying, "Fine, but can I at least wear my sunglasses?" Peter nodded and handed him his glasses.