The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden

think we should see other people.
     
    Me. What? Are you drunk or something?
     
    Daisy: Nope. I’m completely sober. I’m just bored and sick of being by myself all the time. I need more.
     
    Me: I can’t give you more when I’m in college.
     
    Daisy: Then guess u don’t luv me as much as I thought.
     
    Me: What do u want me to do? Drop out?
     
    Daisy: I don’t know what I want, but it’s not this.
     
    At the very same time I get another text and I switch screens.
     
    Luke: I just got a text from D Man and he said he thinks Daisy cheated on you with Lenny.
     
    Me: Are you fucking serious? Lenny?
     
    Luke: Yeah, he said it happened during Gary’s banging out the new school year party or whatever the fuck he calls it.
     
    Me: The banging out party took place before she came to visit.
     
    Luke: Yeah… I know. Sorry man.
     
    Me: Yeah, later.
     
    I turn off my phone, not bothering to text Daisy back. I don’t really feel upset about it, but it feels like I should. It seems like I should be pissed off, but I feel empty.
     
    During my Public Speaking class, I’m listening to a girl give a speech on Women’s Rights. I take some notes, but mainly stare out the window. I’m eyeing the football stadium in the distance, wishing I could be out running laps and releasing all this pent up energy.
     
    Suddenly, I see Callie walking across the lawn with a bag on her shoulder. She’s on her phone, her hair is down, and her legs move rapidly to take her wherever she’s going. She’s wearing black yoga pants and a hoodie. She crosses the parking lot and yells something out when Luke appears on the sidewalk, heading for her. He’s limping and glancing around like he’s doing something wrong.
     
    They meet up under a large oak tree where leaves are piled. Callie says something and then hands Luke her phone. She pulls pieces of her hair out of her mouth as Luke punches some buttons on her phone. She laughs as he says something and it leaves me scratching my head.
     
    When he hands her the phone back, they give a parting wave to each other and walk off in opposite directions. Callie disappears between a row of cars in the parking lot and Luke limps off toward the back area of the school. He never mentioned that he was hanging out with her. Why is he hanging out with her? Why is this fucking bothering me?
     
    Reaching into my pocket, I slip my phone out and turn it back on.
     
    Me: Why were you just talking to Callie?
     
    Luke: Where the hell r u? I was fucking texting u and then suddenly ur phone was off.
     
    Me: In class… I saw u out the window.
     
    Luke: Ok… Why does it matter what we were doing?
     
    Me: It doesn’t. I was just wondering.
     
    Luke: We were just talking. Gotta go. Class is starting.
     
    It drives me crazy, which makes no sense. I should be more upset about my girlfriend of three years dumping me, but it’s a glitch compared to the idea that Callie and Luke could be going out or something.
     
    Finally I shove up from the desk, making a scene as I storm out of class right in the middle of the poor girl’s speech. Bursting out the doors, the sunlight blinds me as I stomp toward the benches in the quad. Slumping down onto one, I lower my head into my hands and take a deep breath. I can’t react this way about anyone. Ever. It’s a rule of mine. Never drag anyone into my own shit. Callie is the last person who needs it on her shoulders.
     
    The longer I sit there, the more worked up I get, and I realize the only way to sort stuff out is to actually figure out what’s going on. I text Luke and ask him if I can borrow his truck. He says yes, but to be back by two because he needs to go somewhere, and he lets me know that the keys are on the dresser.
     
    I drive off toward The Tune Up Gym, where Callie said she kick boxes. She was dressed like she was going to work out so I assume that’s where she’s heading, however, when I arrive I can’t determine if I want to be right or wrong about my assumption.
     
    I climb out of the truck and stare at the small brick building. “What the hell am I doing here?” I mutter to myself, turning back to the truck. That’s when Seth hops out of the car a few rows down.
     
    He waves at me with a cigarette in his hand and a puzzled look on his face. “Hey.”
     
    I wind around the front of the truck toward him. “Are you working out?”
     
    He glances down at his jeans and button-down shirt. “Nah, I just come with Callie to keep