The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden

friends in high school. For some reason, I think that maybe things would have been a little easier and the pressure on my shoulders would have been a little bit more bearable.
     
     
     
     
     
    Callie
     
    Seth wakes me up the next morning by nudging me a ton of times in the ribs. He has iced lattes in his hands, his blond hair is a little messy, and a he has a determined look on his face.
     
    “I had this dream,” he starts, lowering himself onto the edge of my bed. “That you may need to talk to me. In fact, I have this really bad feeling that you’ve been keeping something from me.”
     
    He’s right. I haven’t told him how I broke down in front of Kayden. He’s been really happy lately, going on dates with Greyson, and I didn’t want to ruin his mood with my dark thoughts.
     
    I sit up and take the iced coffee, nearly downing it in just a few sips. “I thought you were heading home this morning?”
     
    He nods, sipping on his straw. “I am, but I’m giving Greyson a ride, so I have to leave a little bit late.”
     
    I guide my legs to my chest and rest my chin on my knee. “Is he going home with you?”
     
    He shakes his head with a look of astonishment on his face “No way. Could you imagine if I brought a guy home to meet my mom? Besides, I barely know him.”
     
    I elevate my chin away from my knee and chew on my straw. “But how long do you have to know someone before it means something?”
     
    He sits down on my bed and rests his arms on my knees. “That’s for the people who are in the situation to decide, which brings me to part of the reason I stopped by.”
     
    I fake a pout. “It wasn’t to say good-bye to your best friend?”
     
    “That’s part of the reason,” he says in a serious tone. “The other reason is that I ran into Kayden this morning. Now, typically we have quick little chats about really stupid stuff, but today, he kept asking me about you. He wanted to know if I knew what you were doing for Thanksgiving and if I’d checked on you lately. Now would you like to tell me anything?”
     
    I frown. “Do I have to?”
     
    He nods, placing the plastic cup on the ground beside his feet. “Did something happen between you two?”
     
    I dither. “Maybe.”
     
    He waits patiently for me to explain. Sighing, I finally spill it out to him leaving out a few of the more intense details but giving him enough that he gets the gist of it.
     
    “You told him?” he says, his brown eyes huge. “Like told him, told him? Why did you not tell me this earlier? That is the kind of info that should be divulged to me as soon as it happens.”
     
    “Because you were happy and because I don’t even know how I feel about it. I mean, I told him by accident.” I throw the blankets off me and scoot over to the edge of the bed, swinging my feet to the floor. “During a freak out moment on my part.”
     
    “Because he was touching you?”
     
    “No, that wasn’t it. I liked that he was touching me, he just said something that reminded me of… it.”
     
    He stirs his straw around in his drink. “Kayden was okay with you? He didn’t hurt you or make you feel like shit after you told him?”
     
    “He seemed okay.” I grab my drink and the condensation dampens my skin. “But he could have been doing it because he felt sorry for me.”
     
    Seth thrums his fingers on his knee. “Or because he understands what it’s like to have someone hurt him.”
     
    I wipe my wet hand on the front of my pants. “That might be, but I don’t want him to have to deal with my problems. He has so many of his own.”
     
    “Or maybe, it’s that he scares you because he makes you feel things your uncertain about.” He points out.
     
    “Are you Psych 101ing me again?” I ask, getting to my feet.
     
    He shrugs. “Maybe, but the thing is I think he really cares for you. You should have heard him that day when you were in the library and I called you so he could find out where you were. He was really worried about you.”
     
    I grab a rubber band from the box on top of my dresser and fasten it around my hair, leaving pieces out around the front of my face. “Probably because I ran out on him after I…” I trail off.
     
    “Had an orgasm?” he finishes. “Orgasm. Orgasm. Orgasm. It’s not a bad word, Callie.”
     
    “I know that.” I finish off the last of my drink, sucking the whip cream off the straw before tossing the empty cup into the garbage.
     
    “Okay,