First day of school

It had been us for too long and truthfully speaking I don't know how long I would remain sane. I was walking on eggshells trying to not to pounce on him. He was my crush who we shared a roof with and spent many days seeing nothing but each other's faces. I wanted so many times to tell him I loved him but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to have a long time with him, by his side not to jump in a relationship that would probably shatter.

I was assured by our friendship through thick and thin we would always choose each other. We would prioritize each other. That was the form of our relationship. I don't think friendship was even the word to describe it.

I remember when he almost made me lose control and cross the line of no return. Since then I put a defense wall between us. It was to protect us. I couldn't form an ambiguous relationship when I would inevitably want more. I told myself many times over.

As Caleb was chatting away and I lost in my thought we arrived at the new college. It was magnificent.

"Have a nice day Cal. I will see you later."

"...Uhm. Y-yeah. See you." Caleb said awkwardly, nevertheless, I Smiled back. I didn't need to dig too much into it. I wouldn't have the conviction to give him up otherwise

***

I entered the assigned lecture 1-A hall; there were few others. It was quite the scarce class. Surprisingly enough Caleb here as well. It was unexpected given that this was the high achievers class.

The system was divided into achievement levels where your grade dictated to which class placement you would get. That position would be with you for a semester. Dorm, cafeteria and class quality and space would be in line to your class placement. This was a system aimed to further promote competitiveness between us students.

It worked.

The downside is that it would also make a class system where the ones at the top ruled over the ones at the bottom. I had no opinion given that there would never be a situation where I would not get the best results. I was just that confident.

I never view Caleb as the book smart type but I guess he was not the heir for nothing. I sat in the fourth row from the front, two rows behind Caleb. He seemed irked but the plan had to go on. I need him to distinguish different interactions with people. It was a safety measure so he would start to learn people early on.