Caleb was on his way to history class, one class he was really looking forward to because he could finally sleep peacefully when someone pulled him into the Janitor's closet with a strong force. Without even looking, as a reflex he tried to get out of that tight grip, but when he couldn't budge at all and his arm was starting to hurt, he looked up to find Ashton giving him a death stare.
"What are you doing"? Caleb whisper-yelled at him.
"Did you tell anyone what I am"? Ashton asked him, cutting straight to the point.
"What?No"!! He answered while still trying to free himself from his grip. "Let go of me" he finally ordered him unable to take that strong grip anymore.
"What did you tell him" He asked with anger in his voice.
"Whom"? Caleb asked confused.
"Your friend, Matt," He replied with much distaste.
"Nothing. Besides I am pretty sure you heard us"Caleb rolled his eyes and finally managed to get out of that grip. "What is wrong with you"! He whisper-yelled at him.
