My day remained a blur between two things: talking with Spence, Aria and Emily about A and her doings around our lives and thinking about him. The day carried on slowly and all that was on my mind was Caleb. I couldn't even think about A's issue at all.
I walked into my house, dropped my bag on the ground and ran upstairs. The whole way here I was thinking about the guy who was standing a foot away from me. But not one word was said. Once I reached my bedroom, all I could think was how psychologically messed up I was. Not a word to him? What was he thinking about me? Where is he? I hope mom doesn't find him…
Thoughts lingered in my head and the sudden creaking of my door scared me. I saw the shadow of a guy who the world thought was delinquent. For most of my life, I thought so too…but something was changing, and he could feel it too.
"Everything okay?" He questioned me with the most loving expression plastered across his face.
"Uh…yeah…I guess…Hard day at school." I was lost for words and he could tell.
"Don't lie to me." He could see right through me.
"Nothing, really." His eyes pushed for an answer. "Okay. Fine. I was thinking about us." I lost myself to him. He deserved an answer after all right?
He carefully sat down on my bed and reached to push a loose strand of hair behind me ear. My skin sparked every time he faintly touched me. I was going crazy.
We started talking, more like I started talking. Caleb just sat there, watching, listening, just like the perfect boyfriend would….wait, boyfriend? I wanted him to be my boyfriend? I suddenly stopped talking. The thought of Caleb being my boyfriend came across me so unexpectedly.
"My turn princess?" Caleb was smirking again. It was that exact smirk that I fell for.
My instant reaction was to say no but I wanted to hear his voice at the same time.
"I promise I won't talk much, I'm not Hanna Marin, remember?"
I looked down and started smiling and before I knew it his hands was shaped against my cheeks. I looked up at him and he leaned forward to give me the most spectacular kiss of my life. Taylor Swift was right, sparks fly. At the same time, I was caught off guard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands caressed my back. I was falling in love, slowly but surely, to a delinquent who lived in my basement.