My Girl

It was their friends' birthday today, so Jake and Caleb went to celebrate it with him at the local bar. Jake had asked if I wanted to come, and Caleb practically begged. That wasn't my scene. I'm not even a big drinker. I told them I'd stay in and watch some movies, maybe read a book, and then I had mouthed to Caleb that I'd be here when he got back.

In the spare room, I slip off my day clothes and changed into my black jogging pants with a pink tank top.

As I lay in bed, I can't help but wonder if Caleb has any girls hanging all over him at the bar. He is sexy as hell, and I know I'm not the only one that's crazy attracted to him. I don't know what's between us or how long it will last, but right now, I'm just loving the ride.

And I'm truly happy.

I decided I was in the mood to stalk and looked up my brothers' social page. I know Caleb is on there somewhere.

Ah, found him. I clicked on his profile picture and his profiles covered my phone. I fell kind of guilty for being a crazy stalker, but I can't help it. The boy clearly drives me bananas.

I scroll down his page. The first picture I see is Caleb, Jake, and another dude smiling into the camera and holding up shots. That must be the friend. Goodness, did Caleb have to go to the bar looking like that? He looks like sex on a stick.

I kept scrolling, and I wish I had not because three pictures down were Caleb with another woman. She had her arm wrapped around his belly and he was smiling.

Woah.

I really wish I hadn't looked to know. I know I have absolutely no right to get upset about this, but damn if I don't care.

Plus, it hurts.

That whore, I sighed inside my head and pulled my blankets up my body to my neck and laying there in silence.

He is all dressed up tonight and could do anything. He could do anyone, and my heart hurt for a second inside my chest.

This sucks, but I should be used to it by now. Even though yeah, I look good now, he probably still remembers the chunky girl from year's ago.

Suddenly, my phone dings inside my hand. I raise it up and squint when I see it's a number I don't have saved.

Wyd? It read.

Me: Who is this?

Who do you think? The next message reads.

Me: I don't know, but if you don't tell me you are ill, just block you.

Wow, Kat! It's me. Caleb. I am glad that's how you handle these types of situations, though, gorgeous. The next message came back instantly.

Me: OK

Why is he even texting me when he had that beautiful girl probably wanting on him?

Caleb: Did you eat?

Me: You care?

Caleb: What the fuck, Kat? Of course, I care.

Me: Yes.

He couldn't even last one fucking night without being all over another chick. I know I'm not special, but damn, the way he has been acting kind of made me feel like I was.

Caleb: What's the problem? I had you smiling and excited for me to come back, and now you are giving me a short, fucked up answer. Explain.

Me: Nothing is my fucking issue. Enjoy the redhead.

Shit.

I shouldn't have said that now he is going to know I went stalking.

Well, fuck, that's embarrassing.

Caleb: I left the bar early. Your brother is going back to John's house once they leave. I'm taking a cab. That means you better get fucking ready because I'm fixing to show you how hot you just made me. My dick grew instantly when it heard you were jealous.

Jealous?

I'm not fucking jealous, therefore I told him just that.

Me: I'm not jealous. You are free to do what you want, obviously, Caleb.

Caleb: Wrong. I'm here.

What does he mean wrong? I asked myself as I quickly checked over myself, making sure I looked half way decent.

A loud knock banged on my door and suddenly, I felt nervous. I sighed and rushed to unlock the door. I swung the door open, and I saw Caleb standing in front of me, hands in his pockets as his eyes roamed over my body.

He didn't say anything. He grabbed my hand, pulled me into the extra bedroom, and locked it.

“I'm not jealous,” I growled, wanting to set the record straight. “It's none of my business.”

“None of your business when I have been all over you for days?” He challenged, tone dark and pissed off.

“It's not like you let that stop you before,” I shrugged, fighting the self-conscious flashbacks that were forcing themselves inside my head.

“What?” He asked, confused, and started walking me towards the bed. “You better explain what the fuck you are referring to, Kat.”

“Oh my god, Caleb, don't play dumb. I have watched you party with one girl one night and then the next party with two.”

“And? They were not you. Who gives a fuck what I did to them bitches?” He growled.

“Your right. They are not me. They looked better, and they still couldn't keep you from straying,” I whispered, feeling bad because I shouldn't be doing this to him.

We haven't really talked about our situation. We have both just been living in the minutes we are spending with one another.

Suddenly, the pissed off look he was wearing seconds ago was gone, and it was gone because he laughed. I'm talking about loud, drunken, and deep.

“This not funny,” I mumbled, and tried to walk around him. I'll just go anywhere else but here right now.

He immediately stopped laughing when he heard me snap. “You are right, it's not. You don't see you how I see you. You have always been the most beautiful girl to me. I know you had a crush on me,-”

“That was a long time ago,-” I quickly defended myself.

“Yeah, it's not a crush anymore. You want me and have feelings,” he smiled.

It's true. I have feelings for him, but I always have. It wasn't just a little girl's crush. I wanted him more than I wanted anything when I was younger. He was my prince charming.

“I know, I'm sorry. We haven't talked about it, and it's true I had a crush on you for so long that once we started doing this with each other, the crush grew bigger without me realizing,”

He grinned and pulled me into his arms. “Babe, you have nothing to sorry about. I had a crush on you when we were kids, too. When we started, my crush grew bigger too. Our connection is just too strong for either of us to keep fighting.”

“You had a crush on me?” I asked, shocked that he admitted those words. “But you were all over girls?”

“I will admit that I fucked my way through girls, but mainly it was because I couldn't have the one girl I wanted to be with. You,”

Dare I hope to believe him?

“Caleb-,”

“We can talk more later, babe. Now I'm going to show you how fucking turned on you made me when you sounded jealous. Lucky for me, I was already heading back home to my girl.”

His girl.

He called me his girl.

Fuck, I'm done for.