Caleb stared down at his phone with a grimace. An 'I hate Mondays' meme filled the screen.
'Yeah, don't we all,' he thought.
"You did so well. If I didn't know you were lying, I would have fallen for it," Dylan gushed.Alice let the praise go over her head. She wasn't interested in anything he had to say.
Alice hugged Caleb's jacket closer to her face, breathing in his scent. He'd lent her the jacket days ago, but somehow it still smelled like him. Or maybe it was her imagination wanting it to smell of him.'I could just stay here,' Alice thought. 'Maybe if I just sit here and don't move, everything will be okay.'
"Are you coming, man?" Caleb pestered Dylan. "Oh, I was going to—" Dylan started to list off an excuse."This was your f
“We are having a party at my house later," Dylan said.Alice felt her heart sink. 'A party?'
Caleb arrived at the party fifteen minutes late, which by party standards was early. The only people there were Dylan, who answered the door and Alice, who sat primly on the sofa, holding down her stupidly short skirt as she flashed him a sad look.'Treacherous little whore,' he thought, curling up his lip.
*** Content Warning - sexually explicit scene follows ***The girls exchanged glances before stripping to their underwear. When Caleb threw up his hands impatiently, they removed their undergarments also. He kissed them both in turn, placed a hand on Carla's shoulde
Alice lay in the street, hunched over and sobbing so loudly she'd started a chorus of howls from the neighbourhood dogs. She was pulling at her own hair as she cried, fingers curled like talons as they attacked her scalp.Caleb stood and stared, unsure of what to do or say. He considered walking away. 
"Do you think your mother treats you differently from your brother?" Dylan asked.Caleb shrugged. "No, why?" he asked.