You're Not Enough

Chapter 98

I open my eyes. I can't believe it's morning already. Wait a second. I look down; there's an arm gripped tightly around my waist.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Caleb is still here. I don't even remember falling asleep; I remember us kissing and then watching Captain America Civil War, then there was more kissing, then we had a heated discussion about who we thought was right. He chose Iron Man's side; of course, Calebs not the rule-breaking type. Anyways, that's all I remember; after that, there's a blank. I slowly remove his arm from my waist and slide off the bed. I walk around my bed and look out the window. My father's car isn't outside. He isn't home. Did he even come home last night?

If Caleb weren't here, I would be freaking out at the fact my father didn't come home. But I'm not freaking out...a least not right now. I'm glad he isn't home; he would've flipped seeing Caleb and me in the bed together even though we didn't do anything.

I walk away from the window, and to my nightstand; I pick up my phone to look at the time. My eyes go wide when I see that it's ten fifty. Oh, my God. I tap the sleeping boy on my bed. "Caleb." he doesn't budge. "Caleb!" I say a little louder, shaking him.

"Mh." He starts to blink his eyes open.

"Get up; it's almost eleven !" I say frantically.

"And?"

"And we have to go." I walk away from the bed and into my bathroom; I grab my toothbrush and quickly brush my teeth. I need to take a shower. I turn on the water and then walk out of the bathroom over to my closet. I search through the clothes looking for a black skirt. I forgot I had to get dressed up for the competition. I flip through all the clothes. Ugh, where is it?

"You know we could always just not go," Caleb suggests. I hear him get off the bed and walk over to me; I can feel him behind me; I don't pay him any attention; I continue flipping through the hundreds of clothes in my closet. Most of the stuff in here I have never even worn. I found it; I grab the back jean skirt off the hanger, just as his hand rubs against my stomach, and I burst into laughter.

I quickly turn around. "Caleb," I whine. "I need to get ready." I push him back.

He's laughing also. He puts his hands in the air as if he is surrendering. "Fine, fine," he says.

"There's a guest bathroom down the hall," I tell him. "I'm going to take a shower."

"You need help?" he smiles at me.

I roll my eyes and then walk into my bathroom, shutting the door.

...

I open the bathroom door. Caleb's sitting on the side of my bed; he looks up when I walk out. He looks me up and down. "Why are you wearing a skirt to school?" he asks.

"It's for stem; we have to wear this for the competition." I tug at the black jean skirt to bring it down a little more. Why does my mother always buy me the shortest things?

Caleb stands up. "I don't know how I feel about you going to school dressed like this." his eyes wander my body. "Especially now that people are kissing you out of nowhere."

"I don't think anyone else is going to be kissing me."

"They better not!" he says seriously. I walk over to my desk and grab my keys and bookbag. "You ready?" he asks.

"Yeah, Uhm, go ahead down. I'm right behind you." He walks out of the room. I grab my phone and dial Travis number; I didn't call him yesterday, so I have no idea where to meet him later. I need to see him. I need to tell him I can't sell for him anymore. I'm scared as hell to tell him that I'm going to come forward about everything. But I know it has to be done. I'm going to tell my parents about the dealership; I have to, I can't hold on to that secret any longer.