My Beautiful Life (Chapter 2)

"Hey, beautiful", I hear someone whisper in my hear. I know exactly who it is, but I feel like making him jealous. So I turn around and pretend to be disappointed, even though I want to jump on him and go straight into make-out mode.

"Oh. Hey, Caleb" I say, trying my hardest not to smile. He grins "Oh? You can do better then that and I know you missed me. So c’mere and let me give you the love I know you want so much." I laugh as I put my hand on his chin to pull his head toward me and kiss him like crazy. God. I love his kisses and since he’s been gone for a few days visiting his grandparents in New York, I’ve been missing his kisses too.

"Hey let’s go find the guys before the bell rings" he says once we break apart.

"Sure, but I want to be alone with you for a while." I say. He looks surprised for a slit second, probably because he knows being all girly and emotional isn’t my thing. "Okay, how about I drive you home after school and chill at your place for awhile." As he says this I can’t help but think about my hands in his brown, curly, sexy hair, staring into his deep blue eyes that always seems to hiding a joke and kissing him everywhere. He smiles as if he knows what I’m thinking. "Sure" I say. And give him a quick peck on the lips. "Good. So let’s go find the jackasses before they find us."

"Caleb!" Michael, Connor, and Kenny all scream at the same time.

"Hey guys! Been gettin’ any girls while I was gone", Caleb says while they all do the handshake, where they pull on each other hands until they hit shoulders.

"Yeah man, we all went to this party the other night and I hooked up with the hottest girl you will ever see. Too bad I never got her name, but you know what? Even if I did I would have given it to you." Michael says, and then turns to me. "No offense, Brit. But if my man ever cheated on you. She would have been the perfect slut." Everyone laughs except for Caleb and me.

"Dude shut up" Caleb says with a serious face. "I love her way too much to do anything that you would do." Michael grabs his chest as if to say that hurt.

"Awwwww" Connor says, "Looks like our boy finally got his period because he’s being an emotional bitch." Ok, that was funny but stupid. I mean I love the fact that he wants his friends to know he loves me. But when they act like the Jackasses they call themselves, I want to hurt them.

"Connor, maybe you should stop being an ass, just because you can’t get any" Kenny says. "How was New York, man" asking Caleb.

"Boring as always, my granddad wanted to spend some quality time together, so we just went fishing and golfing as always." Caleb says with a shrug. "But grandma made some apple pie afterwards so it was all good and all worth it." He says licking his lips.

"Oh! Man, does she still make it with that homemade cinnamon vanilla ice cream on top?" Michael says all excited and googly eyed.

"Yeah, it was so good. It was way better then your mom’s Mac & cheese" he jokes.
"Wait what? Is this the grandma who made that crazy good bar-b-que for the forth of July. Cause if not then your lying because Michael’s mom’s Mac is better then Lucky Charms. And you know for me that’s hard to admit." Kenny says. I have to get out of here this dumb dialogue could go on forever.

"Please Mama Connor ain’t got nothing on Grandma" Caleb says. RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG… Oh, thank god the bell just rang.

"Hey babe, I’ll see you later, okay" I say as I start walking into the building before he has the chance to respond. I head straight to my locker and right into homeroom. Ms. Crawford isn’t at her desk, but my best friend Amber Sutton aka Amberbizzal is sitting in her chair and standing right next to her is my other best friend Stacie Woge. The three of us have been best friends since freshman year when we were still in our old clicks simply because we didn’t know anyone else except for the people that came from our middle school. Then that same year after trying to balance time with my old friends and my new friends during the freshman class trip to Cedar Point. Long story short, I realized who my real friends were, ditched the old ones and every since we’ve been attached at the hips. But if you really get to know either of us personally you’d most defiantly wonder why we’re so close as friends. I know Caleb did. But the truth is we’ve been through the worse in each other lives, we’ve seen each other at their worse and yet neither of us will judge the other, we’ll only try to help out the best we can.

As you can tell I have issues. What kind of issues you ask. Well, I have no clue. But I do know that my life would be much better if I didn’t them. Bizzal on the other hand is extreme gothic and lately she’s been going to therapy because this guy she met on the internet a couple of years back now has a girlfriend and she started cutting herself again. The crazy thing about her situation is that she always mentioned the guy and me and Stacie both just figured that they met each other in school. And given the fact that he lives in a different state I though he just moved away and always stayed in contact with her. When she told me this I tried not to tell her what I was thinking. Plainly because I think relapsing on something you’ve stopped so long ago only because of a guy you’ve never met is something unrehensible to me. But I’m here for her and as long as we’re friends I’ll always be here. Now, Woge is quite simple. She’s the perky beautiful little white girl that everyone sees as the chilliest girl ever. Her problem is that she doesn’t see herself the ay everyone else does. She’s very self-conscious of herself. And since her mother died when she was really young, she feels as if everything would be much better if she didn’t. I think that it’s easy to fantasize about something that could have been. Especially, when my own mom popped out five kids and since I’m the oldest I tend to be her right hand man. (Figuratively speaking) Before I can remember I’ve had more responsibilities and was always looked at as the one who should know better. But I think since I’m seventeen and everyone else is older then eleven that it’s about time they stepped their game up and helped out. Because I’m only one person and I’m a teen. I need to be out partying and having fun with my friends instead of going straight home every night just so I could made dinner and clean up the messes they made. But of course my mom doesn’t agree with me, she doesn’t think that my sixteen year old sister or fifteen year old brother or anyone else needs to help out. Hell, I’m just so tried of it. I need some time to crash. And the only person that really understands me is Caleb. I tell Bizzal and Woge some things, but I tell Caleb everything. He’s there for me when I just need to slob. And believe me I never cry in front of anyone, especially since I was raised and built to be the strongest. But with him he asks me some of the most personal questions and he wants me to be open to answering them and when I do I always feel way too vulnerable, but I like it. It’s like he can see right through the tough exterior on me and just pick out what’s making me sad or even mad.

"Have a seat everyone", says Ms. Crawford. She’s this weird, old, gray-haired lady, who once danced on Broadway. Odd thing is I can actually imagine that happening. Probably because she has this out-spoken personality and she always wants people to read out loud what they wrote in over exaggerated voices.

"Blah…blah…blah…" crap she’s getting into the most boring lecture ever. I’m so glad that I only have four classes this year, or else I’d have to endure three more classes like this. Stare above her head I think, just enough so that she won’t realize that I have no clue what she’s talking about. This is gonna be one of the longest days of my life.