He'd always be hiding behind the scenes- watching every move. Letting go of the one person he truly valued and loved wasn't an option. But as he got older, secret little notes and small presents weren't enough. He wanted to do something bigger, some...
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╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Warnings: none. This chapter may make you a bit uncomfortable. ╚══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╝
Caleb Chartier
I shifted in my seat as my calc teacher explained some problems. Grace sat next to me and was dozing off.
I couldn't pay attention to a single thing the calc teacher was saying. I felt eyes on me and it sent a shiver down my spine. What the heck? I thought.
I sneakily turned around only to see no one watching me. It was weird..
I shook Grace awake. "Wake up you idiot!" I harshly whispered.
Grace groaned and glared at me. "What." she asked.
"Does it feel like someone's watching us?" I asked.
She gave me an odd look with the raise of her brows and shrugged. "Dunno. I feel nothing." She openly looked back, making it so obvious that she was looking for someone.
"You idiot!" I swung her around. "You're making it so obvious!"
She grinned. "All I saw back there was Kane and a bunch of his jock friends snickering."
"I don't care about your crush."
"It's not a crush! First off, I like girls and secondly, why can't I just appreciate he's hot?" I rolled my eyes at that statement.
Kane was popular dude— I'll give him that. Sure, he was attractive but he kind of gave me a bad vibe. Brown hair and soulless green eyes. Looking at him, I could barely tell if he feels anything at all. Not once have I seen that dude smile. Although he's popular in looks, personality wise, he's cold and distant.
I would assume he's around 5'10 to 6ft. Who am I to know? Heights are confusing. Kane looked.. intimidating. A slim but muscular build, a gentle way of talking and walking.
I almost vomited in my mouth. He was scarier than my siblings— and I know scary.
His green eyes met mine. Just as immediately as we locked eye contact, I looked away.
I felt my heart beating fast. His eyes looked as if they landed on some bug when he glanced at me. My breath was caught in my throat. Why did a simple glance make me so nervous?
He was almost as intimidating as my father.
"Caleb?" Grace asked, worry lacing her words. "Are you okay?"
