The Theory of Kayden

[3] the theory of the permanently scarring picture

\\ we don't have to talk

we don't have to dance

we don't have to smile

we don't have to make friends

it's so nice to meet you

let's never meet again \\

andy black - we don't have to dance

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With a groan, I rub my eyes and sit up in my bed, obviously forgetting where I am. The feeling soon passes when I smash my head off the bunk on top of mine. "Shit," I hiss, rubbing the top of my head with the heel of my palm, only making it worse.

My eyes open and I'm instantly scarred - although in a kinda good way - at the sight in front of me. Calvin is standing on the ground in literally just his Calvins. "Jesus! Put some clothes on!" I exclaim, rolling back over in my makeshift bunk.

I try to hide the fact that I'm affected in any way by what I saw, but holy shit. I couldn't see it properly but his tattoos stretch all the way up over his shoulder and down to his hip and he has some more script on his opposite ribcage. Also, those arm muscles have nothing on those abs.

"Don't try to pretend that you don't like it," he retorts cockily, a smirk evident in his voice. "But it's all good. I'm covered up."

"Good," I reply, making sure to leave it a few seconds before I actually turn around. Covered, my arse. Yeah, so he's now got some joggers on, but nothing else is covered.

I think my mouth might actually be getting a little dry. If I didn't hate the guy so much, I think I might actually be jumping his bones right now.

Finally, he heads out and I hear him going downstairs and I'm able to breathe again. Before I can think any more about him, my phone starts to ring beside me. I'm guessing that they are all still downstairs as I can hear their voices arguing about something.

Picking up my phone, I see that it's Ella calling me. "Hey, El," I greet, rolling onto my back.

"Taysie," she replies. "So, how's life on the road with the Merry Band of Hotties?"

"The Merry Band of Idiots," I correct before continuing. "But I was only with them for an hour. The last four I've been with the opening act."

She lets out a squeal in my ear. "And what are they like?" And no, she's not talking about their personalities.

I quickly check all the other bunks to make sure I'm alone before returning to mine and lowering my voice. "El, I'm not joking when I say they are the most attractive four guys I have ever seen. They're fucking stunning."