"Isabella," I introduce myself as he holds out his hand. I ignore it. "Whatever. I'll be inside, Jeremy." "Ass! I can't believe I had to remind you to say hello! How rude can you be, huh?" He yells at his friend. I turn around and head back towards the doorway. "Sorry, sis. We'll hang out tomorrow." Turning on my heel, I glance back at him, my eyebrow raising. "Tomorrow?" I echo the word while he quickly nods his head. "Well how noble of you." "I have a friend staying here tonight. You got my word," He promises. "I'll chill with you tomorrow." "I think I'd rather go to the library," I softly joke, him narrowing his eyes as I begin to walk out the doorway. Suddenly I'm bumping straight into something, nearly falling over. Thankfully, something catches me and keeps me balanced. "Crap—" I gasp, mentally laughing at myself for being so clumsy before realizing I didn't bump into something. I bumped into someone. Before I can even make sense of it I am staring up into beautiful and charming blue eyes. I notice that a boy has caught me, and is carefully holding my body up against his to keep me upright. Quickly shaking the thoughts of how handsome and breathtaking he is, I step back and swallow down the lump I now have in the back of my throat. "What's up?" His voice is deep, husky, and masculine. My stomach tightens, my vision slight blurs, and I can't help but feeling entirely uncollected and speechless. I nervously tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and I slightly shrug in response, unable to speak. For the first time in my life I have butterflies. That is so unlike me. I feel someone wrap their arm around my shoulder. "Caleb, dude. Say hello to my little sister," Jeremy urges, smiling when our gaze meets. "She's back home for the summer before she goes back to England." "Wait—" Finally, it really registers inside my head. Caleb Knight. It's Caleb Knight. Here he is, looking me up and down, his eyes filling up with something I've never seen in a guy's eyes before. Not for me. "You're Bella?" "Yeah, hi, Caleb. It's me," I say, barely any sound to my voice. Then I'm pecking a kiss on my brother's cheek and quickly walking past Caleb Knight, the boy I've had the biggest crush on ever since the beginning of middle school. Of course he's always been far too busy with other girls and popular to even notice my existence or even take one long look at me. Yes, maybe a couple quick glances here and there, but never what he's just done a few seconds ago. His eyes have never lit up with lust and his lips have never parted in disbelief. Now is the moment when I know I have to stay as far away from him as physically possible. For the rest of the day, Jeremy is nowhere to be found, so he must be out with his friends doing God knows what. I decide to relax, spend time with my mother, and she helps me unpack everything into my old bedroom that they haven't changed at all. There's still light pink walls along with my white headboard and zebra printed covers, and I'm glad to say how much I've missed it. It's about ten o'clock at night and my parents are out on date night. I'm brushing my hair at my vanity, gazing at my reflection in the mirror when I suddenly hear loud footsteps running up the staircase, along with my brother's voice. He obviously has just returned home. Jeremy has always been sort of wild, doing stupid and reckless things normal teenage boys tend to do, getting in trouble ever so often. Knowing he's home safe will make me sleep much better tonight. An hour must go by and then I'm lying in bed about to fall asleep, when I hear a sudden burst of loud music coming from the hallway. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. My parents are out on a date and they're not going to be home probably for another few hours, so it's not like there's any rules in the house at this moment, which only means one thing. It's not going to be easy to fall asleep tonight, and this is something I'm definitely not used to at all. I'm used to silence. Storming out of my room in complete and total aggravation after about a full twenty minutes or longer, even, I stomp my feet against the cold hardwood floor in an effort to show my anger. Living with my aunt in England was so much easier because I could actually get some sleep at night, while being right down the hall from my brother is total crap! Music is definitely not supposed to be played this loud at night when there is somebody trying to fall to sleep. This is the moment I'm actually thankful my parents let me move out of the country to begin with. Being out of this house is paradise. I sharply release a long, sharp breath once I get to his bedroom door, lifting up my hand into a tight fist and ready to begin pounding against it as loud as I can. Until something, more like someone, unexpectedly stops me. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I whirl myself around in the dark and finally realize who is standing only a few feet away from me. Caleb. I dramatically sigh and shake my head. "And why not?" I retort. "Jeremy's passed out now." "With all that music? Yeah, I highly doubt that." "Why would I lie to you?" "What're you doing just chilling out here in the hallway?" I demand for an answer, folding my arms across my chest and glaring at him through narrowed eyes. "Bathroom," he carefully answers, raising his eyebrow and shrugging. "What're you doing out here? Why are you seconds away from kicking down his door?" "Because I've been trying to go to sleep for the past hour almost and this punk, rock and roll, or whatever the hell kind of music this is, is keeping me awake!" Caleb continues to stare deeply into my eyes while I struggle to catch my breath. "What?" I barely let out, confused. "Why are you looking at me like that?"