"I'll find her," I assure Raven. I don't know how I will find her but I will; I could go to the warehouse and look for her there; I'll have to wait till Caleb leaves; I don't want him coming with me but I know he won't let me go alone.

"She wasn't just my roommate; she was one of my best friends." The blonde girl's eyes fill with tears.

I rest my hand on her arm, giving her a comforting touch. "I'll find her," I assure her once more. Caleb and I turn around and walk towards the car.

Once we both get in, he turns to me and says. "We should check the warehouse."

I knew it, of course, he would want to help, he's a selfless person. I remember when we found Katie overdosing at the warehouse. He jumped right into action; he didn't even know who this girl was, yet he did everything he could to help her. "We're not doing anything." I say with a straight face.

"What?" he looks at me furrowed.

"We can't get involved with whatever is going on with Katie; she made her choice."

He presses his lips together. "She's your friend, what if she's in trouble? Are you really going to just sit back and do nothing?" There's anger in his voice.

"Yes." I say, he shakes his head and looks away from me without saying more; he turns on the car and pulls out of the parking lot. I feel bad lying to him, but I had to. I can't have him getting involved in any of this; he doesn't deserve to be burdened with all this drama. He has nothing to do with any of this.

I'm responsible for what happened to Katie. I introduced her to Travis; if I had never done that, they would've never met, she would have never got addicted to drugs, and she would not be pregnant right now. This is all my fault, and I intend to fix it, I have to make it right. I have to make it right without Caleb.

...

"I don't understand why you would want to be here doing homework rather than go out." Caleb groans for a fifth time. He's lying back on my bed, tossing my small stuffed basketball in the air.

"I told you I didn't feel like going out," We were supposed to go to the moves, but I told him I didn't want to go anymore. I couldn't be out celebrating happily knowing everything that's going on with Katie; it wouldn't have felt right.

Caleb stops tossing the ball in the air and sits up. "I'm not mad at you," he says. I put my pen down and turn to look at him. "I understand why you don't want to help her; she got herself into this situation." She didn't get herself into this situation; I'm the reason she's in this position; it isn't her fault. "We shouldn't; you shouldn't try to figure out what happened to her, that guy Travis. He's dangerous." he pauses. "I know you already said you wouldn't, but if you have a change of heart and decided to go find her, don't," He waits for me to say I won't, but I can't say that. "Promise me you won't go searching for her."

I stare at him, hesitating before I speak. I can't do that. I can't promise him I'm not going to go looking for her because I am; I lied to him, we have been together one day, and I have already lied. I only told him I wouldn't look for her because I don't want him to be a part of a mess I created. I can't, I won't have him being a part of this.

I lie not because I want to but because I have no other option. "I promise."

...

My laptop is sitting on my chair, facing us; we are watching a zombie show. The walking...something, I don't remember what it's called, I've never seen it before, it's really interesting though. I'm not usually a big fan of zombie movies or shows. But I have to say this isn't too bad. I like it. Caleb said he has a love-hate relationship towards the show.

He said he hates it because they keep killing people off like every week; he mentioned how the worst deaths were Glenn, Abraham, and Carl. Whoever those people are.

He then said he loves it because it's still entertaining, even though it's repetitious. He mentioned how at this point he now just feels obligated to watch it till the end.

I flip my phone over; to see if my father has tried to call. I called him twice in the past two hours and he didn't answer. I'm starting to get worried. There has been no word from my mother, either. I expected her to call me by now; she knew my competition was today. Maybe she just forgot.

It's fine; it wasn't that important anyway; I slide my phone under my pillow

"You okay?" Caleb asks.

"I'm fine."

He reaches forward and hits the space bar on my computer, pausing the show. "What are you doing?" I ask. He lays his hand on my waist and then pulls me onto him, my legs straddle his lap. I look down, giggling, a stupid reaction my mouth does whenever were like this. I look at him and lean toward him, leaving a gentle kiss on his lips. When I pull away, he smiles just as his phone rings for the fifth time. He hasn't answered it yet; I didn't ask him who it was either. The fact that he didn't even pick it up to see who it was when it could be an emergency tells me he already knows who it is. I questioned if it was India. It could possibly be her, that would explain why he hasn't answered. "Is someone looking for you?" I ask instead of directly asking if it's India who is calling him.

He shakes his head. "Yes." My body freezes. "There's a party going on; it's probably just Logan wondering where I am at!"

"A party?" I tilt my head to the side; he hasn't mentioned anything about a party.

"It's like a pre pregame party.A party before the pre game party next week." He laughs. "If that makes sense."

.

"It does." I nod my head. "You should go," I tell him; I don't want him to feel like he has to stay here with me just so I don't have to be alone. I'm used to being alone; I'll be fine.

He rests his hand on my cheek, "I'd rather be here with you." he says earnestly; I bit down on my bottom lip. He pulls me closer to him; my chest is against his. His hand trails my back and goes right under my shirt, my skin prickles at the touch, at his touch. When he touches me, I forget about all the scars that lie beneath my clothes; my mind goes blank as the senses in my body clash together. I rest my hand on the back of his head; it helps steady me. I still have my black skirt on I never changed when we got back; I can feel it slowly roll-up. Caleb removes his hand from my lower back and moves to the side of my legs. Both of his hands slowly reach under my skirt. My whole body shudders at his touch, his hand tightly grip my legs. I moan into his mouth, within one quick motion, he turns me over so that I am on my back, and he is on top of me. My breathing becomes even heavier; he stops kissing me and starts kissing my neck: my body and his move like waves in an ocean together. His hands slide down my back and go to the hem of my skirt, he tries to push it up, but I quickly grab his hand, stopping him.

He removes his head from my neck and looks at me. "It's okay," he says, gently looking into my eyes. I nod my head; he kisses me again. I take small but deep breaths as his hand pushes my skirt up. My legs spread, his body rests right in between me, his hand touches me, I moan into his mouth again, even though he hasn't done anything, his touch makes my body go crazy. He rubs me from the outside of my underwear, my breathing speeds up, our mouths move together at the same pace.

His cold hands slide my underwear to the side, and his finger enters me, causing my back to arch of the bed. I release yet another moan into his mouth. It doesn't hurt as much as it did at first, but it still hurts. He kisses my neck, I can feel him biting down on my skin, causing a comforting sting. I continue to moan as his finger moves in and out of me. I place my left hand on his neck while my right-hand grabs the covers tightly, trying to find some sort of release from this intense feeling. His finger goes deeper inside of me; I bite down on my bottom lip hard, trying to conceal the moan that wants to escape; it doesn't work because it still comes out. My legs open wider on their own; his finger moves faster, this time going in and out smoothly. I can feel the wetness between my legs; he stops kissing my neck and kisses me passionately again, my whole body stiffens. I take one final deep breath embracing all that my body is feeling.

He stops kissing me, removes his finger from me and pulls himself off my body; I can see my chest moving up and down, I'm trying to catch my breath, but I can't. My body is flowing with sensational feelings, feelings that I never even knew existed within me.

"You okay?" Caleb asks me; I can see the smile on his face even though I'm staring up at my ceiling.

"Mhm." Is all I manage to say. He laughs as if he doesn't believe me. I finally muster up enough to pull my skirt down; I really need to hop in the shower, but I won't do it while he's here. I'll wait until he leaves.

A hear a car door shut. Oh no. I quickly get off my bed and walk over to my window; it's my father. My palms instantly get sweaty, and my heart is beating out of my chest. I don't even know what for, I mean, will my father be mad because of Caleb being here? He shouldn't be; he likes Caleb. Now, if it was Ryder, that's a whole different story. I have nothing to worry about; we should just go downstairs and greet him. "Come on," I instruct Caleb.

He lifts off the bed. "Come where?' he raises his eyebrow.

"My father is here," I tell him.

"Well, I need to be going that way." He points out the window.

"The window?" I narrow my eyes at him; he doesn't need to leave out the window. "You don't have to leave out the window."

He nods his head. "Yes, yes, I do. I've been to enough female's houses to know that you never let their father see you leave. Especially if you're coming from the direction of their bedroom," he says. My stomach twist just thinking about him being with other girls, leaving their rooms after doing more than what he and I just did. I look down at the floor. He gets off the bed swiftly and walks over to me; he takes both of my hands within his. "Of course, this isn't just another girls house; it's your house, my girlfriend's house.'" I look back up to him. His words bring comfort to me. It erases the thoughts that I just had seconds ago.

"Jayda!" my father calls.

"I still don't think it a good idea, though." He says, still worried.

"It'll be fine." I grab his hand and pull him out of the room and down the stairs. "Dad," I call before we even reach the bottom of the steps.

He turns around from the door and looks at me; he doesn't say anything; he tilts his head to the side and stares at me, then his eyes go to Caleb. "Mr.Ohdare! Nice to see you again," he says in a not generous way.

"Nice to see you too sir." Caleb greets him back. Why is he calling him, sir?

My father's eyes go to our hands, which are still together. He looks back at me. "How long have you been here?" he asks.

"All day," I answer candidly. "I wanted him to stay with me until you got home; I didn't know you were going to be gone this long,"

"Well, I'm home now." He says sternly. He looks back at Caleb. "Thanks for keeping her company, you can go now."

I scoff. "Are you serious right now?!"

Caleb grip tightens, reining me back in from making this situation worse. I look up at him. "It's okay," he says.

He lets go of my hand and walks towards the door. "I'll call you," I say before he leaves out. My father picks up the mail off the table and walks right past me and into his study. I press my lips together and bawl my fists tightly.

Walk away

Walk away

Walk away

I turn on my heels and walk down the hall to his study, not walking away from the situation. I storm right into his study, "What was that?" I ask forcefully.

He doesn't even look up. He's still looking over the mail. "What was what?" he asks, playing dumb.

"Why did you kick Caleb out?"

He finally looks up at me. "I didn't kick him out; I just told him he could go now."

I roll my eyes, we both know he wasn't just telling him to go, but i'll play along. "Why?"

"It's late." He answers, staring straight at me.

"It's ten o'clock, and it's the weekend." I fire back contradicting his dumb excuse.

He blows his breath. "You cannot have boys over when there is no adult home," he says acerbically.

I shake my head in anger. "First of all, there will never be boys over here. There will be a boy, one, just Caleb. And I'm sorry, but I won't tell him he can't come over just because you and mom aren't home, if I told him that, he would never be over because you guys are never home!" My eyes prickle with tears, I won't cry; I've cried too many times over my parent's absence. I'm tired of crying over them.

"I have to work!" he says sternly.

I press my lips together. "I know that you always have to work, mom always has to work. I get that, but what do you expect me to do?" I pause. "Just sit in the house by myself and wait for you to come home."

"Yes," he says. "You shouldn't even be spe-"

"Spending time with him?" I cut him off, finishing his sentence. "He's the only person that acts likes he cares about me." I spit.

"I care about you." My father says.

"I said ACT!" I narrow my eyes. "He is the only person that is always there for me, when you're not, I called you twice, and you didn't even answer me, last night you didn't even come home."

"I did," he says, still lying.

"No, you did not!" I yell, I can feel the vein popping out the side of my neck. "Unless you just didn't care that Caleb was sleeping with me, in my bed!"

His eyes go wide, and his mouth drops open. "What?"

"Caleb spent a night; he was in bed with me; we slept together," I explain to him candidly. The look on his face right now is priceless; he knows he didn't come home yesterday, even if I did believe him, his face is giving him away. I turn around and walk towards the door. Before I leave out, I turn back around. "Oh, and by the way, we won the competition. Thanks for asking."

Besides that though, I just love how Jayda speaking up now, cause her parents know they dead wrong! I'm glad she expressing her feelings more.)