Traded for Trouble — Caleb's Madison Reed Photo

I could see exactly how many times I had left to meet someone. For most people, it was one. For my childhood best friend, Caleb Morgan, it was 31 thou far 41. Later, we went to college together.

Caleb joined the school football team, and I joined the cheer squad. Because of his humor, the cheerleading girls all loved to hang around him. Soon, Caleb is getting tired of all my perfect boyfriend rules. Caleb thought I was annoying and tried more than once to set me up with a

friend stop making up that crap about how many times we'll meet you little shadow his eyes were smiling but his words cut deep one of my teammates is pretty hot why don't you try seeing else he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through photos the first one on the screen was a picture of him with the cheerleader it was madison reed cheerleader of my squad he quickly swiped to

the next photo he's just kind of quiet but he's cool you're stuck to me all day like i stared at the long number over the guy's head in the photo for the first time i agreed okay then send me his contact i pulled out my phone caleb's face instantly went pale seriously the moment i handed him my phone caleb abruptly turned off his screen my phone's dead next time that

number over his head reflected in my eyes falling fast finally it dropped to nine