The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden

wheel. “You look a little pale.”
     
    I force my eyes to concentrate on him, trying not to blink too much. “I’m fine. I’m just a little tired. College wears me out.”
     
    “I completely agree on that.” He offers me a smile that crinkles around his eyes as he starts up the engine. It chugs and then backfires. “Sorry, Luke’s truck is a piece of shit.”
     
    I spread my sweaty palms flat on my knees. “What happened to your car? The one you used to drive to school. Did you leave it at home?”
     
    His throat muscles work to swallow a lump in his throat. “My dad has a rule that once we leave the house, we’re on our own. The car was bought by him, so therefore it’s his.”
     
    I nod, reaching over my shoulder to grab the seatbelt. “I don’t have a car either. My parents offered to give me my brother’s old car, but I declined.”
     
    “Why?” He shoves the shifter into gear and the tires roll forward. “It seems like life would be easier if you had one.”
     
    I click the buckle into the lock and then watch the leafy trees zip by as we pull out onto the street and away from the campus. “It seemed like too much responsibility, I guess. Besides, I wasn’t really planning on leaving the campus very much.”
     
    He turns on the wipers to wash the grime off the windshield. “I kind of have a question and feel free not to answer it.” He dithers. “How come you never hung out with anyone in high school? After I started thinking about it, I just don’t remember you doing anything.”
     
    I scratch at the back of my neck until it stings. “That’s because I didn’t do anything.”
     
    He watches me, waiting for me to elaborate, his eyes on me instead of the road, but I can’t tell him anything. It’s my secret and I’ll take it to the grave of shame.
     
    “There’s this really awesome place I heard about where you can stand up on the hills and see the whole town,” he says. “I was thinking we could go there. It’s not too far of a hike.”
     
    “A hike?” I question. “Like we would walk up a mountain?”
     
    He laughs and I feel like a moron. “Yeah, like we’d walk up hills and everything.”
     
    I scrunch up my nose at my brown boots that fold down at the top. They’re a size too small and just walking around campus gives me blisters. “Okay, I guess we can go on a hike.”
     
    His lips part as he starts to say something, but his phone rings from inside his pocket. His brows decline as he reads the name on the glowing screen. “Can you be quiet for a second?” he asks with a guilty face.
     
    I nod, eyeing his phone. “Sure.”
     
    “Hey baby, what’s up?” he answers and I can hear Daisy’s voice on the other end.
     
    “Then don’t say that to them and maybe they won’t get mad.” Kayden pauses. “Yeah, I know. I miss you too. I can’t wait until homecoming…. No, I haven’t got a tux yet.”
     
    A hint of jealousy burns in my heart. When I was younger, I dreamt of going to prom and wearing a pretty dress with lots of sparkles on it. I even wanted a tiara, which seems silly now.
     
    “I love you too.” He says flatly and then quickly hangs up the phone.
     
    My jealousy lifts and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
     
    He tosses the phone onto the seat between us. “That was Daisy… you know Daisy McMillian, right?”
     
    “Yeah, a little.”
     
    “By your tone, I’m guessing you don’t like her.”
     
    “Why would you guess that?”
     
    His hands grip the wheel as his eyes evaluate me. “Because most people don’t.”
     
    “If that’s the case, then why do you date her?” I ask, wondering where the forwardness is coming from.
     
    He shrugs, his jawline rigid. “She’s a nice girlfriend. She keeps me happy for the most part.”
     
    “Oh, sorry. I’m being pushy, aren’t I?” I grip the edge of my seatbelt as he turns onto a dirt road with large potholes and a very sharp drop off on the side of it. It weaves up into the mountains that are green with trees and grass.
     
    “You weren’t being pushy. I was asking you questions first.” He grinds his jaw and his fingers tighten on the wheel.
     
    We’re quiet for the rest of the drive and I can tell something must have upset him. The wheels in his head are turning as his mind sorts through something complex.
     
    A ways up the hill, he cranks the steering wheel to the right and veers the truck toward a turnout. A long ditch sections