Traded for Trouble — The Forgotten Breakfast

Said you used some number thing to trick him. I thought he didn't deserve all the years you spent revolving around him. Later, I would learn that Mason had noticed me even earlier. Back when I was still at cheer practice, rehearsing routines under the stadium

Back when I only looked for Caleb on the field. back when I jumped, spun, smiled, and shouted Caleb's name with the rest of the Mason had been standing on the other side of the field, helmet tucked under his arm, silently watching me, and I had never once looked back at him. I looked at the long number above his

head and couldn't help smiling. My smile made him a little annoyed. His ears turned red and stopped talking. I leaned closer and poked his cheek, puffed slightly from chewing his bagel. If he's that bad, then what do you think about me liking someone else? He turned his head to look at me.

Can you switch who you like? I can. As long as that person treats me well enough, I can switch. Mason lowered his head and ate his bagel. I didn't know what he was thinking. When I got back to the apartment, I saw someone sitting in the living room.

I thought it was my dad and headed straight for my bedroom. Someone grabbed my arm. Only then did I realize it was Caleb. Where did you go? His face dark.

To buy breakfast. Where's mine? Only then did I remember. Whenever I bought breakfast, I always brought Caleb something, too.

Today, I was too busy flirting with Mason.