I hate you, I love you

While Avery was out smoking on the balcony with a few of her friends who had arrived early, I was busy picking up the last of the more valuable things we owned and hiding them away in our respective rooms. If it was anything like the last party she had thrown, people would start arriving any minute, accompanied by a few of the friends they had "forgotten" to mention were coming beforehand. I didn't know many of them other than the ones in her nursing program who came over often. They were mostly people she had met in College and a few guys from High

 Caleb tailed behind me as we walked towards my car and I realized that  during the summer we had spent together, he had never been the passenger in my lousy excuse for a vehicle. He had made me like car rides, mostly because that was the bulk of what we did together. He would pick me up at three in the morning and we would just drive around the town that was fast asleep. It felt like a different reality, being awake when most of the world had stopped for the night. I liked watching the sky start to get lighter and the birds singing to the new day. I liked hearing peoples alarm go off through the open windows and their groans at having to get up and start the routine all over again.&n

On Tuesday afternoon, his car drove up the road and parked on the other side of the prison gates. The motor died down and we fell under a tense silence again, one that had followed us the whole way there. He sighed lowly, his hands running up and down his thighs nervously.     "Thank you for coming," he whispered and I hummed.