Chasing Red (Chasing Red 1)

“I knew you were avoiding me,” he began after a moment. His voice held no resentment, only understanding. That surprised me. “I knew you didn’t want anything to do with me the past few weeks, but I thought about you. Actually,” he corrected, his

voice deepening. “I think I’m a little obsessed.”

He sighed when I didn’t respond as quickly as he may have expected. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was forcing you to do something you didn’t like.”

I walked beside him for a moment, listening to the sound of the waves before I answered. “I’m sorry I said that. It’s not that, really… You confuse me, Caleb.”

I knew he was waiting for me to say something more, to explain, but the words were stuck in my throat.

“Sometimes I think you’re a very sad girl, Red.”

He was more observant than I’d given him credit for. Because he was right, I realized. I had been sad for a long, long time. I had been starved for love and affection for so long that I’d forgotten what it felt like. I had refused to let anyone in, afraid to be hurt again. But this boy holding my hand was stripping me of my armor bit by bit.

It scared me.

“All I could think about was how to make you smile again. Not the fake ones you give to people to be polite. I want your real smile, where your eyes light up and your lips stretch up to your ears.”

My ears were ringing. What was he trying to say?

“You confuse me,” I repeated. “I-I don’t know what you want.”

He stopped suddenly, and I had to turn around to face him.

“Don’t you?” he asked solemnly, directly.

His eyes were burning with emotion. I looked away.

Who was this boy? This intense, serious boy who looked at me as if he could see my soul.

“I-I’m not ready, Caleb.”

He nodded. “That’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to come along for a long time now. I think I can wait some more.”

“Don’t you think this is too fast?”

“The thing is, I’ve made up my mind. And my mind says it’s you. If I’d just met you today, I would still want you today, tomorrow, five days from now…” His voice trailed off, and I was scared he was going to say forever or some ridiculous thing like that.

I didn’t believe in forever. Forever was for people who believed in fairy tales. And I never had.

“You’re scaring me.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “I know. You just have to endure it.” He paused. “After all, how could you give up a handsome boy like me?”

And the usual Caleb was back.

“But you have to promise me something,” I said.

“What is it?”

“Don’t kiss me.”

He did that thing again where he angled his head and studied me. I squirmed.

“You’re afraid of my kisses.” It wasn’t a question. “You’re afraid of how they make you feel.”

I swallowed a chunk of cowardice that was lodged in my throat. Of course, he was right. How could he know what I was feeling before I realized it myself?

“Why promise something when I’d fail miserably?”