Traded for Trouble — The Blue Training Bag

me with dark eyes old me would have thrown a fit made him recite the boyfriend rules then snatched his phone and hung up but now i stared for a few seconds and looked away the phone finally stopped ringing caleb could you walk me back to my dorm madison said it in such a pitiful way not going to control me anymore is that it caleb said and already walked towards madison i said

nothing i just stared coldly at the number above his head seven behind him i saw a guy walk towards me. He is exactly the roommate Caleb was going to set me up with. He wore a blue training and carried a training bag, a sharply defined face, icy blue eyes. That's definitely the most handsome guy I have ever since. The massive number Caleb just lost was now hovering above this guy.

Fate had played one hell of a joke on me. Ever since I could remember, I'd been able to see numbers above people's heads. Later, I understood. They were the number of times I had left to meet that person. Dad could stay with me until I was 88. Mom could stay with me until I was 89. When grew up, I wouldn't let him accept love letters from girls. Caleb always indulged me, but no

what, he never agreed when I confessed to him. If I really got together with you, I'd be completely whipped. When we were 18, he poked my forehead and laughed. Miss Bossy, wait until I'm 25. I haven't