The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden

to the side and quickly climbs off me. “I didn’t see you there.”
     
    I blink the spots away from my eyes until his face comes into focus; brown hair that flips up at the ears, piercing emerald eyes, and a smile that will melt a girl’s heart. “Kayden?”
     
    His eyebrows furrow and his hand falls to his side. “Do I know you?” There’s a small scar below his right eye and I wonder if it’s from where his dad hit him that night.
     
    A tiny prickle forms in my heart that he can’t remember who I am. Getting to my feet, I brush the dirt and grass off my sleeves. “Um, no, sorry. I thought you were someone else.”
     
    “But you got the name right.” His tone carries doubt as he scoops the football off the grass.  “Wait, I do know you, don’t I?”
     
    “I’m really sorry for getting in your way.” I snag Seth’s hand and haul him toward the entrance doors where there’s a big “Welcome Students” banner.
     
    When we’re in the corridor by the glass display cases, I let go of him and lean against the brick wall, catching my breath. “That was Kayden Owens.”
     
    “ Oh .” He glances back at the entrance as students swarm inside. “ The Kayden Owens? The one you saved?”
     
    “I didn’t save him,” I clarify. “I just interrupted something.”
     
    “Something that was about to get ugly.”
     
    “Anyone would have done the same thing.”
     
    His fingers seize my elbow as I attempt to walk down the hall and he pulls me back to him. “No, a lot of people would have walked by. It’s a common fact that a lot of people will turn their heads in the other direction when something bad is happening. I know this from experience.”
     
    My heart aches for him and what he went through. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
     
    “Don’t be sorry, Callie,” he says with a heavy-hearted sigh. “You have your own sad story.”
     
    We make our way down the slender hallway until it opens up and there is a table stacked with flyers and pamphlets on it. People are standing in line, staring at schedules, talking to their parents, looking scared and excited.
     
    “He didn’t even recognize you,” he comments as he works through the crowd to the front of the line, cutting in front of everyone, and he grabs a pink flyer.
     
    “He barely recognized me ever,” I shake my head when he offers me a cookie from a plate on the table.
     
    “Well, he should recognize you now.” He picks up a sugar cookie, scrapes the sprinkles off, and bites off the corner. Crumbs fall from his lips as he chews.  “You did save his ass from getting beat.”
     
    “It’s not that big of a deal,” I say, even though it does stab at my heart a little. “Now, can we please change the subject to something else?”
     
    “It is a big deal.” He sighs when I frown at him. “Fine, I’ll keep my mouth shut. Now come on, let’s go find a tour guide to torture.”
     
     
     
     
     
    Kayden
     
    I’ve been haunted by a nightmare every single God damn night for the last four months. I’m curled up near the pool house and my dad’s beating the shit out of me. He’s madder than I’ve ever seen him, probably because I did one of the worst things imaginable to him. There’s murder in his eyes and every ounce of humanity is gone, consumed by rage.
     
    As his fist hammers against my face, warm blood pours along my skin and splatters against his shirt. I know this time he’s probably going to kill me and I should finally fight back, but I was taught to die on the inside. Plus I just don’t seem to care anymore.
     
    Then someone appears from the shadows and interrupts us. When I wipe the blood from my eyes, I realize it’s a girl terrified out of her mind. I don’t quite understand it, why she intervened, but I owe her a lot.
     
    Callie Lawrence saved my fucking life that night, more than she probably realized.  I wish she knew, but I never could figure out how to tell her, nor have I seen her since it happened. I heard she went off to college early to start her life and I envy her.
     
    My first day on campus is going pretty well, especially after my mom and dad left. Once they drove away, I could breathe for the very first time in my life.
     
    Luke and I wander around the busy campus trying to figure out where everything is, while tossing a football back and forth. The sun is bright, the trees are green, and there’s so much newness in the air it gets me pumped up. I want to start