Caleb’s P.O.V
As soon as Caroline stepped out of the washroom, I spotted her immediately, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the strap of her bag. Without a second thought, I reached for her waist, pulling her close as I steered her away toward our next class. She barely had time to register my touch before letting out an amused huff, her eyes flickering up at me with curiosity.
"Okay, what’s with you today?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as we walked. "You don’t have to escort me everywhere, you know. I can actually walk on my own."
I smirked, but instead of answering her directly, I tightened my grip just a little, a silent but firm indication that I wasn’t going to let this go. "You shouldn’t go near that weird charity kid," I muttered, keeping my tone casual but laced with just enough seriousness to make my point clear.
Caroline stopped abruptly, forcing me to pause with her. Her brows furrowed as she turned to face me fully, disbelief flashing in her eyes. "Wait, what?" she asked, as if she hadn’t heard me right. "Are you talking about Aurora?"
I sighed, already knowing this wasn’t going to go the way I wanted. "Yeah," I admitted. "I just don’t like her."
Caroline’s mouth fell open slightly, her expression a mix of shock and mild disappointment.
"Caleb," she said, her voice lower now, more measured. "That’s really rude. You don’t even know her."
I rolled my eyes, shifting on my feet. "I don’t need to know her," I replied simply. "I just—" I hesitated, running a hand through my hair. "I just don’t like her and I don’t want you to be near her all of a sudden."
Caroline’s eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. "You may not like someone, but that doesn’t give you the right to be rude about them, or about them," she pointed out, her tone sharper now, challenging.
I held her gaze for a moment, the weight of her words settling between us. I knew she was right—Caroline always had this way of calling me out when I was being unreasonable. But something about Aurora didn’t sit right with me, and the thought of Caroline getting close to her put me on edge.
Still, I could tell from the way she was looking at me that this wasn’t a fight I was going to win. So instead of pressing further, I exhaled heavily, shaking my head. "Just… be careful, alright?" I muttered, my voice softer this time.
Caroline studied me for a second longer before sighing, uncrossing her arms. "You’re impossible," she murmured, but there was a flicker of understanding in her eyes, even if she didn’t agree with me.
I reached for her hand, giving it a light squeeze before nudging her forward. "Come on," I said. "We’re gonna be late."
Even as we walked, I could tell she wasn’t letting this go. And honestly? Neither was I.
“Caroline—” I began, but she cut me off.
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