Boys, Boys, Boys.... [boyxboy]

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Aiden-

In the morning, Caleb was waiting for me by my locker.

"Sup, Gorgeous," He said, as I twisted in my combination.

"Stop calling me that," I muttered.

Caleb's eyes narrowed. "Why?" He asked.

"Just cause. I don't need a guy calling me gorgeous and pretty boy out in public. People might get the wrong idea," I said.

"Oh, so it's okay to call you gorgeous in private?" He whispered in my ear.

I almost shivered.

"Don't you have somebody else to bother?" I asked spitefully.

Like Ashley?

"You know I have eyes for only you," Caleb said cheesily.

I swear, I probably just turned red in the face. I tried to put it off as anger.

"Get the hell away from me," I said, shoving past him.

He grabbed my arm. "I think you need to loosen up. Skip with me today."

I swear, he must be crazy.

"Why would I skip with you again?" I said.

He looked at me with those dark, bottomless eyes. "Why wouldn't you?"

And all of a sudden, I seemed to forget all of my reasons against it. And so I followed him out to his big, black truck.

"I see your truck got fixed," I said.

"Yup," He said, as we headed away from the school.

"What happened to it, in the first place?" I asked.

Caleb didn't answer.

He was so damn mysterious, but I wanted to know more about him and what all has happened in his past. Though, apparently I wasn't the only one.

"So, you seem to be popular with the girls," I said, a little uncomfortably.

"Is that so?" He said.

As if he didn't know!

"Yeah, you and uh Ashley?" I managed to say.

"Ashley....interesting girl," He said, his face neutral.

"God, why won't you ever just talk to me?" I demanded to know.

"What are you talking about? I talk to you plenty," He sniffed.

"Yeah, but it's always cryptic or mysterious. Never any details," I complained.

"Why do you want to know so much about me?" He asked.

I didn't say anything. Why did I?

He reached over from the driver's side and touched my chin.

"Lighten up, champ. We're here," He said.

I looked to see where 'here' was.

It was a broken down old records shop. I realized we were downtown.

"What are we doing here?" I questioned, more out of curiosity than contempt.

"I'm going to show you something about me. I love music, especially the eighties," He said with a small smile.

And I realized that he was doing this for me.

And that made me feel kind of weird. But not necessarily in a bad way.