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which meant Matt was already in my room watching a movie. I climbed
the stairs and turned toward the long hallway where my room was at the end.
Brody didn’t appear to be home yet, or he locked himself in his room.
    The door to my room was open
and I walked right in. My room was large considering it was just for one
person. A queen-sized bed took up most of the space. It was held by a
four-poster metal bed frame that was painted white and intertwined with sparkly
Christmas lights I put up a couple of years ago. The bedspread was silver with
purple designs and had enough matching pillows to cover a quarter of the bed. Opposite
of the bed was a dresser with the television above it playing a comedy movie.
On one side the wall was filled with a mass array of pictures, some black and
white while others in colors, all of them taken by me. Under the pictures was
my desk and the other side of the room had doors leading to my closet and
bathroom. And there on my bed, eating a bag of chips, was Matt.
    I set my bag in the chair by
the door and joined Matt, stealing the bag of chips in the process. They were
Cheetos. Doritos were his thing, but Cheetos were all mine. He didn’t say
anything to me, only continued to watch the movie. We settled into our normal
routine of watching and eating, but eventually my questions seemed to be eating
at me more than I was eating the Cheetos.
    “Why did you do it?” I
needed to know, because if Caleb was rude to him, he was going to have to deal
with me.
    “I already told you.” He
didn’t take his eyes off the screen.
    “Well, tell me again.”
    His attention was finally
off Kevin Hart and on me, “Is it not obvious? I can’t stand to see Caleb around
you. Everywhere you go he’s always one step behind you, treating you like
you're his world. And it’s not that you don’t deserve to be someone’s world,
you do, but not Caleb’s,” he set the bag of chips down and looked me in the
eyes sincerely. “He doesn’t know you, not like I do. He doesn’t know that you
aren’t ticklish anywhere but under your ribs. He doesn’t know that Cheetos are
you favorite snack food, or that chocolate always cheers you up. He doesn’t
know that you won’t drink Coke, but will drink Diet Coke because you think
regular is too sweet. He doesn’t know anything about you. He doesn’t love you,
at least not like I do.” He meant love as a friend, right? There was no way he loved loved me; we have been friends forever. I needed a
friend, not a boyfriend.
    I sat in stunned silence,
staring at him. No matter how much I didn’t want to admit it, I knew he meant
that he loved me, like really loved me. I guess he took my silence as good
because the next thing I know, his lips are on mine. His lips were warm and
pressed gently against mine. The kiss was sweet and short, but it said enough.
He pulled away slightly and looked at me so deeply it felt more as if he was
looking through me.
    “ Matt…,” I whispered.
    “Yeah, I know. You just want to get out of this town, and you
don’t need a boyfriend holding you back, but you should at least be happy. And
you know I could make you happy, a lot more than Caleb can,” his lips were
still close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. Before I could
respond, he left , leaving me speechless. That’s what
the fight was about, he was jealous because he thought I wanted to be with
Caleb? It was at least ten minutes of just sitting there dumbfounded before I
realized something. I just had my first kiss.

 
    Chapter Twelve
    Milkshakes & Moods
    Caleb

 
    When I got back from
football practice, I was hoping my father wasn’t home. I didn’t need another
lecture from him. Not today. My father was a daily reminder of how I would
never be good enough to run the pack. He made sure that I knew that I was an
embarrassment to him and that if he had another option, he wouldn’t hand down
the alpha rank to me. I was becoming the age where I could probably fight