I hate you.. I hate you. Caleb always repeated to himself. He couldn’t— I wouldn’t accept the fact he had feelings for you. I knew he couldn’t love, he knew he was a dangerous poison. Underneath those desperate attempts of trying to hate you, he just can’t. Even thinking about you is enough to make his day. Why are you always in his head? A lingering thought that can’t escape.

Unfortunately.. Or fortunately, your parents just had to be friends. His parents forced him to come to your house, you two in your bedroom. As he leaned against your wall. Giving you an ice cold glare.

“Don’t think that i’m actually going to talk to you.” His tone sharp.