Toast sprang from the toaster and Olivia buttered it while it was still hot.
“Morning Baby, did you and Teagan have fun at the concert last night?” Olivia asked when Caleb came into the kitchen for breakfast.
“Ugh, I don’t want to talk about it Mom.”
“Oh no! Did something go wrong?”
“Yeah. No. Ugh, I just don’t want to talk about it.” Caleb grabbed one of the pieces of toast from Olivia’s plate and shoved half in his mouth in a single bite. He grabbed a granola bar and an apple and slung his backpack over his shoulder. “Bye Mom,” he said around his mouthful of toast.
“Bye Baby, have a good day.” Olivia frowned at her son’s back as he left to catch the bus.
Caleb sat in class trying to think of something to do that could make up for the lousy concert. ‘Maybe I can take her to the movies or something,’ he thought. ‘Shoot, I don’t even know if I want to try again. Maybe I won’t even worry about her and just be frie…’
“Mr. Delaney, care to solve for X?” Mrs. Parish asked breaking Caleb out of his thoughts.
“Huh? Sorry, what number?” Caleb fumbled around with his Algebra book.
“Number 16A Caleb,” his teacher said with exaggerated patience. The look on her face said she was fully aware he hadn’t been paying attention.
Caleb hastily looked at the question and solved the problem in his notebook. “X = 15.”
“That’s correct,” the teacher said with a small amount of surprise in her voice. “Very good, Now Jayce, can you take 16B please?”
Class continued around him, while Caleb continued to ponder his situation with Teagan.
“Dad, is it ok if I invite Beau over Friday night?” Camryn asked when Sam got home that evening.
Caleb’s ears perked up a bit while he leaned over his school work.
“I don’t mind hon, did you ask your Mom?”
“Not yet, I figured she wouldn’t care if you didn’t.”
“So I’m the ol’softy huh?” Sam chuckled at his daughter as he planted a kiss on the top of her head.
“What will you girls do anyway?” Sam asked.
Caleb had seen Beau a few times when he visited Cam at the clinic. The girls had become good friends since they had been roommates during their treatment. He found her dark look very intriguing. His mind wandered a bit at Sam’s question. He could picture what the girls would be doing. He imagined the girl’s having a pillow fight.
Beau was wearing black panties, her dark hair framing her face with those full dark lips, her breasts heaving just a bit from the exertion of the pillow fight, her skin was so pale and smooth…
He got up suddenly, his chair scraping loudly across the floor.
“What’s up son?” Sam looked concerned at Caleb’s sudden departure from the dining table.
“Nothing,” he said trying to sound normal. “Just gonna go study in my room,” he said while walking quickly to his bedroom.
“But you forgot your homework!”
“I’ll get it later!”
The End G02: 12