- Caleb's POV -

It's been 2 weeks since the self-dubbed 'venom cloud incident' and as it turns out, one of my thoughts about Scorpion, was completely wrong… you see, I thought that a thief such as herself would, well… lay low after pulling off the heist of the century. How wrong was I… 8 heists, in 2 weeks… . ! Well, at least I'm better at fighting her that I was before… that's somethin' right?

I'm currently in the middle of an English essay, the question being 'what do you care about most', many people I know would probably say their grades… when it comes to grades I'm not that bad… I'm getting above a C in every class so that's good I guess. The only problems I have at school are my relationships with others. Being friends with the leader of the local gang of delinquents, kinda gives off a bad vibe. Logan had been my friend since I was 5 years old, he had always stuck by me and helped me out of any trouble I found myself getting into. He was a good guy. Unfortunately, when his father was arrested for being a member of a drug gang, he took a dark turn. He formed the 'Corvi Umbrae' or 'Shadow Ravens' after reaching secondary school claiming that after school he would continue his father's work for him. I didn't agree with his ideas but due to being his only close friend I stuck with him, like he did for me all those years ago.

I met a girl recently. Amy. That's her name. I like her… a whole lot actually. I first met her when Ryan had accidentally kicked a football at her. I had taken her to the nurse's office that day when she fell unconscious a few seconds later. I didn't know why I did it. I just felt like I needed to help her. While I was carrying her to the nurse's office I couldn't stop staring at her face… she was really cute! Her medium length blonde hair framed her soft features perfectly as she lay in my arms. I felt her breath against my arm. It felt… nice actually, not just her breath but the idea of having someone rely on you for their protection. I guess that's what made me a suitable wielder of the fox miraculous and for Trixx to take a liking to me so quickly. I remember that she groaned quietly as a shifted her weight slightly so I could open the doors of the school. Not gonna lie… that was pretty adorable! A few minutes after I had arrived at the nurse's office she woke up. The first thing I noticed was how blue her eyes were… I couldn't stop staring at them. We had sat there just looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds before the nurse came in. I remember I had a small argument with that nurse, which I definitely got in trouble for afterwards. I remember her quiet giggling in the background as she saw my flustered face when she found out I had carried her. I remember the conversation we had after the nurse had left. That's when I found out she took Latin as a subject for GCSE, just like me. I remember her stuttering and her rosy cheeks. But mostly, I remember how I felt that day… I felt, for the first time in a long time, like I was accepted. I felt… infatuated with this girl. Wow… looks like I like her more than I thought…

A/N: Okay I know how late this one was and once again I apologise but I swear that (eventually) this will become a fully completed fanfic. I will not leave you guys waiting years for chapters…just a few months at the most. Anyway I hope you enjoyed learning Caleb's thoughts on Amy. Oh and this isn't the end…

Bonus:

"Okay class today I will be handing out the results of the essay question you did for me on Wednesday. Now, I know writing about personal things is often thought of as simple but do not be too hard on yourself if your grade isn't what you hoped." I watched as Miss Rayne handed out the pieces of paper with the yellow slips containing our grades. I looked over at Amy who was just about to receive her grade. I watched as her face lit up when she received, what must have been a pretty good result. I didn't really care what I got. The question asked what I cared about… what I care about is being happy, when she smiled it felt like I had gotten shot with pure joy. The grade didn't matter to me… not when I had her. Didn't mean I wasn't gonna look at it though! I tore my eyes from Amy to see Miss Rayne walking over to me with a smile on her face. "Caleb Cross…" She said calmly.

"Yeah…" I replied. Looking up at her.

"Never, in my 7 years of teaching, have I ever read an essay that actually caused me to cry… until now." My class didn't say anything at this, they just stared at me, some had their jaws hanging open in shock. Looking over at Amy again I saw her mouth in the shape of an 'o' as she stared at me in awe. "Whoever you wrote about is… very lucky to have someone who cares that much about them in their life! Would you allow me to have this submitted to not only the school paper, for others to read as an example of excellence… but also, to the creative writing competition in Manchester?"

"Sure, why not."

"Excellent! Oh… and needless to say you, Mr Cross received an A* grade."