KENNETH'S POV Today is another week, and I wasn't very happy last Saturday. As promised, the five of us hung out at Jeremy's club. We sang karaoke, danced crazily, and drank until we were asleep. It was fun with them, but I couldn't help thinking about Caleb and Rachel. "Dude, why do you look upset?" Jeremy asked, and I snapped back to reality. We're currently eating lunch, but Rachel and the girls went outside the school to eat somewhere else. "I don't know. It's just..." I answered and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I realized that I was poking at the poor apple, and now it's ruined. "It's Rachel, isn't it?" Martin asked as he took a bite of his food. "Yeah, but I'm just, you know. I don't feel good about Caleb," I explained as I sighed dramatically. I don't even know why I'm so con

