Caleb P.O.V

I woke up a few hours, I'm assuming, after Zachary chloroformed me. I glared at my surroundings, being in a bad mood in general.

'Why did I have to have a crush on the school's psychopath? Why couldn't I just like one of the football players or something? Ugh.'

'I'm honestly not sure how I feel anymore. It's like I hate him for what he's done, but when he seems sad I feel bad. I want to hate him, but sometimes I can't help but like him. My teenage emotions like to fuck with me.'

I sighed and shook my head. I mentally scolded myself for actually feeling sorry for the crazy bitch.

"Damn my emotions," I muttered to myself softly.

The door opened and Zachary walked in, seeming a bit sad. I have the need to feel sympathetic for him, but I really don't want to.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what's wrong with me... I shouldn't do this to you..." he said quietly, more to himself than me.

I stared at him in slight confusion.

'I'm the one who's supposed to point out how fucked up this is. Zachary is almost doing that for me. Where is his head?'

"If you know it's wrong, then why keep me here? Why not just let me go?" I asked, using a nice tone for the first time since I got here.

He sat down on the floor with his head hanging low. It seemed like he might be losing it, which made me feel very uneasy, to say the very least.

"I know that if I let you go, you'll tell what I've done to you... I don't want to go to jail... And I'd miss having you here..." he explained.

'Well, he is a smart psycho, but still a psycho. He's smart enough to know I'd go to the police.'

"You could find someone else. You don't really love me. I'm no good for you. I always yell and snap at you. You don't want to love someone like me," I said, trying to be persuasive.

He looked up at me and smirked. I gulped and began to feel nervous.

"You're very hot when you're being manipulative~," he purred, pulling me closer to his face.

'Here go my emotions again. I want to tell myself I hate him, but I just can't hear it over the beat of my heart. As much as I always want to hate him, a small part of me, still likes him. Being an unstable teenager sucks.'

He pulled me into a kiss. I tensed up as my face flushed a deep red. I wanted to pull away, but the ropes weren't allowing me to. I couldn't get away from this.

I slowly felt myself melting. The part of me that still liked Zachary was becoming more apparent. I had slowly started to kiss back.

Only when I realized what I was doing did I bite down on his bottom lip. He yipped in pain and pulled back. I glared at him as he wiped the blood off of his lip.

'I can't let myself slip again...'