When I get back to my room, I realize that I just agreed to have lunch with a cute guy who isn't Dominic. Is that bad? It shouldn't be, so why do I feel guilty? And why did I purposely arrange to eat at Caleb's dorm and not mine? I shake my head and walk over to sort out my stuff for the rest of the day's classes.
At 11:30, Caleb is waiting for me at the entrance of the dining hall. As we get into line, I feel like everyone is staring at us, gossiping about how I'm cheating on Dominic. Jesus, get a grip Jessica. I'm just having lunch. And nobody is gossiping. Nobody is staring. It's just my guilty conscience telling me they are.
We take a seat at a table in the corner. I'm starving because I never ate breakfast.
"You must really like fries," Caleb says, noticing my plate.
Despite my re
