He'd always be hiding behind the scenes- watching every move. Letting go of the one person he truly valued and loved wasn't an option. But as he got older, secret little notes and small presents weren't enough. He wanted to do something bigger, some...
It'd only been a day since I last texted Caleb and I was already going crazy.
He's been looking around his room for days trying to spot any cameras. He even changes in the bathroom now— a place where I can't watch him.
I gripped my phone angrily and threw it, hearing as it shattered against my wall.
"Fucking useless piece of shit." I muttered. I'd find a way to replace it anyway. It didn't matter what I broke, I could just rebuild and re-code it.
I leaned back in my chair and sighed. My eyes trailed around the room.
A few of my walls were bare while others were filled with pictures of him. So much fucking pictures yet Caleb had no idea.
It's not like I meant to start stalking him. It started off as genuinely being curious and wanted to know more about him. Finding out about his family was easy but finding out about Caleb himself was difficult. The more I learned about him, the more I wanted more. It got so bad that if I hadn't seen him for a day, I'd go bat-shit crazy.
Although I cared for him, I never revealed myself. If I were to appear, Caleb wouldn't want me and I'd only make his life worse.
Yes, I care for Caleb. That's why I know that I'm genuinely not the right one for him. Once he found someone he loves and once he forgets about me, I'll step out of the picture. For now, I'll help him.
It's the best someone "sick" like me could do.
—
Caleb Chartier
I was dreading Spanish. Though it was only 6th period and I had lunch before Spanish, I was already tired.
"What's go you so down?" someone asked in a familiar husky voice. I looked up to see Sam smiling down at me. He titled his head and it reminded me of a golden retriever (though Sam looked like the very opposite of one). I let him sit down next to me in an empty chair. Grace hadn't shown up to 6th period.. or 4th.. or 2nd.
"Just thinking about Spanish." I said, groaning.
"Still doesn't help me understand." he teased.
I buried my head in my arms but still turned my head to face Sam. "It's who I have to sit next to." I clarified.
Sam's eyes trailed down my face, landing on my lips. "And who is it?" he asked. He licked his own lips and raised a brow.
