It was as easy as arithmetic; the reason why the whole school stared at Caleb in the hallway every morning.
It was the first time that I had witnessed Caleb Ridgewood brush past me with an air of urgency. It was also the first time that Caleb was minding his own business, with his nose and face both stuffed in his locker. As long as they were not in my face, I couldn't be bothered to care where it was and what shade of black was the bruise.
The next few days were nothing special. Me and my swollen wrist attended class with Nathaniel, who glanced at my swollen wrist every two minutes and clenched his fists whenever someone mentioned the C-word.
C for Caleb.
It was day twenty-five of me having his constant zing around and it felt like it had been longer than that already. Mostly, it fel
