・Abigale's POV・
"He said what?" Caleb says tightening his grip on the steering wheel as we drove around the neighborhood. "I told him to keep his mouth shut," He mutters shortly after tapping his finger on the wheel.
"You knew?" I ask quietly and he nods.
"Sorry for not telling you, but I didn't want to pile anything else on you. He had other plans apparently," He says shaking his head in annoyance.
"Caleb you don't have to be so frustrated about it, it's fine," I say and he scoffs.
"Abigale I know. I'm just annoyed with him f*****g things up and me having to clean up the messes, again," he rambles as I sit there quietly, playing with the end of my shirt.
"What do you mean by again?"
"Again as in the party."
"Oh yeah, that."
"Look Abigale I'm sorry he-"
"Caleb, stop saying sorry
