THE walk to nicole’s place had caleb really in his head. even as he climbed the stairs to her floor, he felt like he should be making the decision to turn around. how many serious talks about who he was as a person could he handle before he snapped? he was pretty sure he was impossible to talk sense into, but at any rate, he pushing her door open and stepping inside. “nicole?” he called, wondering if he could take the few seconds of radio silence as a valid excuse to bolt. “it’s me, caleb montgomery, your deeply troubled neighborhood rebel!” @ripitsnicole










