Summer of 09'

Caleb Turman.
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I had spent an hour of my life arguing with Riley, and boy was she a fire cracker. I had never in my existence come across someone who threw back everything I said, she was a hard ass. The girls behind me had begun to stir and then moved forward, one of them sliding into my lap.

"Not now." I murmured and pushed her aside, I could see the hurt wash over her face, and out of the corner of my eye she grabbed her clothes, slipped into them and slammed my hotel's door. I rolled my eyes at the dramatics, the second brunette following suit but not before slipping her number on a piece of paper in front of me.

I smiled as I heard the door close much quieter and I could finally get back to Riley. My eyes focused on the words on the screen, she was still doubtful I was in fact Caleb Turman. I rolled my eyes and yawned as I smiled, the light bulb going off in my brain.

I'm not an impostor for the billionth time. I am in fact Caleb Turman. I'll take a picture for you and write your name on my hand and send it to you in an email. I'll take it right now.

I hit send and grabbed the black ballpoint besides my laptop and wrote her name on my hand and then grabbed my cellphone, I snapped a quick picture and sent it to Riley's email. This should settle everything, hopefully.

Then I heard a bing and knew I had a new email from Riley, I couldn't help but smirk at the possible reaction she'd send to me. This would be good.

In your face, Riley!

Ew. You are Caleb Turman. I can't believe you're emailing me. I think I would have preferred an impostor.

Or maybe not, I was still hated.

There was no fawning, no 'Caleb, I love you! I am so sorry for calling you a sleazeball.'

Nope, I was still the sleazeball king.

Wonderful.

I sighed as I typed back and punched in my cell phone number, I had band practice, and maybe, just maybe she'd text me.

A part of me was positive she was, the cocky side.

Another was unsure, she was like any girl I had ever faced.

Riley's P.O.V.
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I smiled as I got another email from Caleb, so maybe it was Caleb Turman but that didn't mean I had to changed my opinion of him. He was still a sleazeball and I hated him. Simple as that,

I giggled as I saw his cellphone number flash across the screen and I grabbed my phone and entered it in. I bit my lip as I texted him.

Now why would you give the girl that hates you, your cell phone number? Caleb Turman, I believe I should add insane to the long list of words to define you.

I put it down as I heard my phone ringing, I made a dash towards the living room, dived across the couch and answered it on it's last ring. I had a feeling it was my grandmother calling to check up on me.

"Hello?"

I heard someone clear their throat and a small laugh, it was a manly voice and my jaw dropped.

Not my grandmother.

Dear lord.

"Caleb Turman's side job is stalking internet girls?"

I heard a laugh and I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"I guess stalker should be added to my list as well?" I could hear more boys laughing in the background and my eyebrow raised.

"The question is, How did you get my house number?" I bit my lip as I crossed my legs beneath me. I couldn't help but interested in this, normally, girls would freak out and scream into the phone. But I knew I wasn't like most girls.

"I know people who are good at finding people." He muttered into the phone and I smirked, as I heard him clear his throat. "Now I know what you sound like, so as stalkerish as I am, you should be very afraid."

"Caleb, you sound like a two year old prepubescent boy, you cannot be intimidating." I heard laughter fill the phone and I know he had me on speaker and now he was the one embarrassed. "This is why you shouldn't have me on speaker phone, idiot. I'm going to go shower, I'll talk to you whenever."

I was about to hang up when I heard him yelling wait. I placed the phone back to my ear, "Can I join you?" This time I started to laugh and hung up as an answer, I shook my head as I walked into my bedroom to grab some pajama pants.

I had a feeling this could be a long night. A part of me wondered what were the chances of Caleb Turman calling me?

It could only be a coincidence, I decided.

Not fate.