Traded for Trouble — The Lipstick Mark

I'd never felt this awful. But right now, the ache was unbearable. As soon as I walked in, Caleb's voice sounded behind me. Ava. I turned and saw Caleb walking over. He carried the cold air of the athletic complex on him and a trace of women's perfume. I think I saw you at the intersection just now. You came back with someone? Looked like a guy. Do I know him? You're

We're back. Caleb, did you get yourself a girlfriend? Caleb froze. What? My mom pointed at the side of his face.

That girl's lipstick mark is still there. Caleb's face grew paler and paler. He raised his hand and wiped his face hard. It brushed on by accident. Ava, I didn't. I was still stuck in the sadness of being rejected by Mason and couldn't be bothered with

I'm not dirty. I remember everything you told me to do. She slipped downstairs by the dorm just now. I helped her up. Maybe it was then. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

There was actually a trace of joy in his eyes. I won't walk with her next time. Don't cry. I wasn't crying. I was just upset, thinking that the next time Mason saw me, he might be annoyed.

What you do has nothing to do with me. I said I won't control you anymore. Stop bothering me. Caleb's smile faded a little, but his lips still pressed together. Still being stubborn, huh?

That depressed feeling lasted until early the next morning.