I went to my childhood friend's room to give him fruit, but he yelled at me: "Can you stop just barging into my room? We aren't kids anymore." He wasn't wearing headphones. His junior, a girl with a sickeningly sweet voice, was on speakerphone, deliberately provoking me: "Caleb, let's fall asleep on a voice call tonight too." I casually agreed and told him not to come into my room anymore either. He sneered: "Who cares?" I thought so too. I went back to my room and happily opened my wardrobe: "You don't have to hide in here next time. He won't come into my room again." Chapter 1 I knocked on the door for a while. There was no movement inside. I pursed my swollen lips, feeling a bit impatient. But Julian was still teasing me through my earphones: "Hiss, it's so cold." The sound of metal clinking came from the other end of the line. Just hearing it, I could imagine the vivid scene of him putting a body chain on himself. My voice was dry: "I'll be back soon, don't rush." Then I kicked open Caleb's door. Smack. Caleb slammed his phone face down on the desk, making a loud noise. Seeing me, a hint of guilty panic flashed in his eyes. I glanced at him casually. No headphones. He was ignoring me on purpose. I didn't care. I put the fruit on the table and turned to leave. "My mom sent these." "Caleb, you scared Sweetie." His voice overlapped with the delicate, whiny voice of Mia "Sweetie" Miller on the phone. Caleb instinctively went to comfort her. Seeing I was about to leave, he grabbed my wrist. The initial guilt turned into anger: "Zoey, can you stop barging into my room? Do you think we're still kids?" His brows furrowed in annoyance, as if I was pestering him endlessly. Mia chimed in: "Yeah, big sister, boys and girls are different. My mom taught me from a young age not to go into other boys' rooms." I was fully focused on listening to Julian's increasingly rapid breathing through my earphones, my mind elsewhere. I replied casually: "Right, everything you said is right." But that made Mia cry. Caleb looked at me impatiently, as if I had committed a heinous crime: "Why do you always bully Sweetie? I told you we're just friends. Do you have to target her all the time?" Chapter 2 Mia even stopped her fake crying. I guessed she was probably rolling her eyes in anger. After all, not long ago I caught her bragging to her socialite sisters that she would take Caleb down within a week. But I was too lazy to tell Caleb that. We've been childhood friends for eighteen years. Everyone thought we had a deep bond and assumed we'd marry after graduation. I thought so too. Until Mia appeared. Caleb skipped classes, failed exams, and got into fights for her. The once-promising golden boy willingly degenerated because of Mia's line: "I don't make friends with people who are too educated; it puts pressure on me." I tried to intervene at first, dragging Caleb back to class from the smoke-filled pool hall. But I walked in on him bending over, his body pressed tightly against Mia's. His large hand wrapped around her small one as they sank the first ball. Mia pretended to be surprised and turned her head to kiss his cheek. Caleb stood frozen, his eyes full of the tenderness of first love. I almost threw up watching it. Caleb discovered my presence and chased after me. The jacket around his waist barely hid his awkward reaction. He begged me, saying they were just friends, and asked me to hide it from his mom. I didn't believe him, but I was too lazy to care. But obviously, Mia's brain was full of female competition. She was enjoying her meal but couldn't believe others didn't want a bite. She treated me as an imaginary enemy. Last night, Mia sent me a screenshot of her Instagram post. In the picture, they were kissing passionately at the top of a Ferris wheel. The caption read: "Legend has it that lovers who kiss at the highest point of a Ferris wheel will be together forever." Caleb liked the post. I thought Mia's dream finally came true. But today Caleb told me they were just friends. Chapter 3 Right, you kissed, but you're just friends. I held back the urge to roll my eyes. I skillfully hit the point he cared about most: "I won't tell my godmother, but you have to agree to one condition." Caleb didn't speak, but Mia screamed: "Forced love isn't sweet! Don't push your luck!" Caleb frowned, clearly agreeing with her. I don't know where they got the idea that I was desperate for Caleb and deeply in love with him. Thinking I'd seize any opportunity to make Caleb commit to me. I was speechless. Caleb misinterpreted my silence. His eyes held reluctance and a sense of charity: "One week at most." "No." One week isn't enough. I have so many tricks I haven't played with Julian yet. It's all Caleb's fault for having zero boundaries and always barging into my room. I stared at Caleb, hoping he'd realize his rudeness. Caleb looked disgusted and annoyed, with an expression that said "I knew it": "Zoey, I told you I only see you as a sister." "You can't enter my room for at least a month." My voice rang out at the same time as his. Caleb's face turned frighteningly ugly. He had just been narcissistic and felt he lost face. Then he thought again, believing I was playing hard to get, and regained his composed posture. He sneered coldly: "Don't flatter yourself. Who cares?" My goal achieved, I didn't bother responding and turned to leave. Mia obviously didn't believe I wasn't interested in Caleb either. She spoke softly and sweetly: "Caleb, let's sleep on a voice call tonight." Caleb deliberately raised his voice: "Okay. As long as it's you, whatever you say." I paused, lost in thought. How could I convince Julian to pant for me on a voice call from now on? Chapter 4 I opened my bedroom door; it was empty. I didn't rush. I gently tapped our secret code. But I still didn't hear any movement. I knew Julian was angry. I walked up and opened the wardrobe to coax him: "You don't have to hide in here next time. He won't come into my room again." Julian was expressionless, looking nothing like the person who was seducing me through the earphones: "A month?" Obviously, he heard everything just now. I explained while secretly swallowing my saliva. My eyes pitifully followed the chain that was mostly covered by his shirt, only revealing a little bit. I was craving it so bad: "I just said it casually. I embarrassed him in front of someone else. Given his personality, he'll never come." "Can you let me see if it fits first, please?" I didn't know which word triggered him. Julian's face became even gloomier: "You care so much about him, but you have to hide me." I was a bit confused: "Didn't you propose this in the beginning?" I didn't intend to cross the line with Julian at first. He was my dad's favorite student. When I was in high school, he was in college. Due to family changes, he stayed at my house for a while. Later we met again at the university anniversary. He returned as an outstanding entrepreneur to give a speech. We looked at each other from a distance. My heart skipped a beat, and I lowered my head in flustered palpitations. Although I had a crush on him, I couldn't tell how he felt about me. I only secretly thought about how to pursue him. Until one day we were discussing business seriously. Caleb suddenly came back. Julian hid in my wardrobe like a lover caught by the husband. Making me inexplicably nervous. After Caleb left, I opened the wardrobe. The person who was serious just now was curled up, clutching my silk nightgown in his hand. His shirt buttons were half undone, revealing the deep definition of his chest. Acting like a seductress. He hooked his lips frivolously: "Want to try? It's exciting." I was at the age where love was blooming; how could I resist such temptation? By the time I reacted, I had already nodded in agreement and was being held in his arms, coaxed into a kiss.
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