Caleb side eyed her at the comment she made about drugs, not taking it seriously. Shea's an enigma, that was for sure, but in the situation a girl like her was in, who knows what was coming out of her mouth was actually true or not? A volunteering, crack smoking college student seemed a bit far fetched.

He laughed at her comment about weed, and he paused for a moment to do the math in his head before replying to her. "Let's see," he squinted an eye shut, "if you're tweet, that means you were four when I started smoking pot. If it hasn't caught up to me yet, I think I'm safe." He scratched his head as a memory came to him. "Got picked on for being skinny when I was a kid. Finally started to out on some muscle when I was older, but if i stopped working outX, you could probably kick my ass."

Why was he telling her all this? They owed each other nothing. Although, it was nice having some female company other than in the bedroom.

Caleb shifted his body to lay down again, this time curling his legs up as much as possible to allow room for Lola to sit. His eyelids were already heavy due to the little sleep he got the night before.

"If anyone knocks or calls, wake me up," he said gruffly as he rubbed an eye.