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morning.
There was no point in dating; they always just leave you and hurt you in the
end.
    Caleb
also didn't date- he played. I heard that he went through girls like there was
an endless supply, which for him there probably was. Every day, all day, all I
heard about was how hot Caleb was or how good his butt looked in a pair of
jeans. That’s why I didn’t have girl friends; they were annoying and only
thought about popularity or their hair. I have one motto for friends: quality
over quantity, as for dating: never gonna happen.
    Caleb
and I somehow made it through the rest of the period without burning or blowing
up anything. When the bell rang for lunch, he grabbed my bag and headed out the
door. Seriously? This was the second guy today who’s carried my stuff to class.
Did they think I had twigs for arms? In the hallway, I had to fast walk to keep
up with Caleb’s long strides. He made small chat about teachers and projects
and whether or not I was going to the football game on Friday, which I was for
Matt.
    The
noise and smell grew as we drew closer to the cafeteria. The scent of burnt
fries and smelly freshmen had my head starting to spin, and the loud noise of
trays slamming and chatting that rattled my eardrums didn’t help. As someone
raced by me to the cafeteria, their backpack hit my
back, causing me to stumble.
    Caleb
caught my arm, looking concerned, “You okay?”
    No.
“Yes.”
    He
raised a knowing eyebrow at me.
    “Yeah,
I think I’m going to eat in the library today.” My body involuntarily leaned
closer to him, using him as a shield. Caleb had no problem navigating his way
through the packed hallways. A few heads turned toward us, but most stayed preoccupied
with the thought of food.   
    The
library was empty besides the librarian who smiled at us when we pushed through
the squeaky doors. My headache disappeared as the sounds and smells faded. I
pulled my bag off from Caleb’s shoulder. I gave him a thanks and headed toward a table in the back in between the stacks of books. I
expected him to leave to eat with his friends, but instead he pulled out the
seat across from me and sat. I stared at him questionably but when he said
nothing, I reached into my backpack to get my lunch. I hated school lunches and
always brought food from home. Also, it never filled me up. Nothing these days
did.
    “Are
you not going to eat?”
    He
sat up, as if it just occurred to him that he didn’t have food. He looked
around, “I guess not.”
    I
slid half a sandwich and an apple toward him, “Lucky for you, I packed extras.”
    ———————————
    Halfway
through lunch, my phone buzzed with a text from Matt.
    Where r u?
    In library, my head hurts, I
quickly typed back.
    Oh, should I come?
    I
debated it for a while and decided that having Matt and Caleb in close
proximity was a bad idea. No, all good. See you later.
    With
light conversation, Caleb and I finished our lunch. We walked back into the
current of students when we exited into the hallway. Caleb placed his hand at
the small of my back in a gesture that was new but comforting. We both had
history next and walked back down the stairs to the history wing. As we reached
the base of the stairs, we passed Matt. I waved at him, but he was too busy
glaring at Caleb and his hand placed at the small of my back.
    Apparently
he wasn't the only one to notice. Every girl I passed looked like they wanted
to kill me or be me , including Sierra. She was by her
locker, which was right by the door to our class. Breathing down her neck was
Samantha and Chloe, two other girls I couldn’t stand. They were also part of
the group who acted as if they owned the place and apparently she owned Caleb
too. Everyone knew Sierra had a thing for Caleb, but no one knew where he stood
on the subject.
    Sierra
looked like she was about to burst when she noticed us together. Well, not
together, just walking together. There was no way I would ever be together together with Caleb