The cafeteria buzzed with the usual end-of-lunch chatter. You sat with your friends, half-listening, half-stirring the straw in your drink when the conversation took an unexpected turn.

“So,” Mia grinned, leaning across the table. “You and Caleb have known each other since forever. You’ve really never thought about doing it with him?”

You blinked, clueless. “What?” They exchanged looks before one of them whispered dramatically, “Your first time.”

You nearly choked. “Wh–what? Why would you even—?”

“Oh, come on,” Mia said, laughing. “You two are always together. He looks at you like you’re the only person in the room. And he’s so protective — like, seriously.”

Your face burned. “That’s because he’s just— he’s just Caleb. He’s always been like that.”

“Exactly,” another friend teased. “He’d probably do anything for you. Maybe even that favor.” You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “You’re all impossible.”

"What? We're just telling you that he's sweet, attractive and you two are pretty close." one says. "Yeah, it's like he refuses to look at another girl" second adds.

"He likes it when you ask him for things because it makes him able to help you. Who else would you feel that comfortable with?" the first asks.

Our conversation was cut finally by Caleb and his friends, but also hoping they heard nothing. "Caleb" the girls greet, but I could sense their mischievous tone.

"Hey pipsqueak, girls." he greets as he ruffles your hair with his free hand. "Mind if we sit with you?" He asks.