Guilty » Cashton [BOOK ONE]

VII. Relief

☂Calum☂

Ah, home sweet home.

I collapsed, face first, onto my bed. I felt as if i'd ran a mile, and was tired from exhaustion. I mean, my body might not have been worked out physically, but my mind sure was.

My emotions were worn out by going from high to low all damn day. I honestly don't think i'll be able to function correctly for the next week, after today.

I let out a deep sigh, as I reached into my back pocket for my phone.

Shit. I had at least 5 unread messages from Luke. I wonder if he was still looking for the person that took my backpack.

I guess I should've texted him that I "found" it a while ago, but I was a bit caught up in the strange circumstances of the situation.

From: Lucas
Received: 8:44

I still cant figure out who took your backpack. I've literally asked everyone.

From: Lucas
Received: 8:56

I'm going to check the lost in found, when second period ends.

From: Lucas
Received: 9:05

Okay, i'm at the lost in found, and this boy with red hair keeps looking at me.

From: Lucas
Received: 9:07

The red haired guy laughed at me when I asked if he took your backpack. so, I didn't have a chance to look very hard in the lost and found bin, because I was so irritated.

From: Lucas
Received: 9:15

I just realized you haven't responded to any of these. Jesus, I hope you aren't dead, i'll see you after school.

I wondered who the red haired guy was. I debated on texting Luke back, but decided against it. He'd want to know every single detail over text, and frankly that would be impossible.

He'd just have to wait until this afternoon, at 2:30, which was 4 four hours from now. What the hell was I supposed to do until that time?

I was home alone. The possibilities were endless. It was around 10:30, and I felt my stomach growl from hunger. Maybe breakfast? That's what I forgot to do this morning.

I walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen, looking for something to make. I figured pancakes would feed my hunger, so I grabbed the pancake mix out of the pantry, placing it on the counter.

All the recipe called for was water, so I got out a mixing bowl and spoon, and went to work.

I pulled out my phone, and put it on shuffle, plugging it into the speakers I had brought down from my room.

Centuries by, Fall Out Boy came on, and I started belting it at the top of my lungs. Being, completely, home alone was a rarity, so i'm taking this moment to my advantage.

Just as I was finishing up mixing the pancake batter, I heard a knock on the door.

Shit. Was it the mailman?

I doubt it was one of my neighbors, because they know that nobody is home around this time. I had nothing to worry about, if it were one of my neighbors, they'd be nice enough to understand the circumstance.

I paused my phone, and walked over too the door, opening it with ease. Guess who forgot to lock the door back.

"Hell-" My words got cut off, by the surprise standing at my door. No, it was not the mailman, nor was it one of my neighbors.

It was Ashton Irwin.

I pondered what would happen if I closed the door, and ran away, but I decided not to find that out, because i'd probably forget to lock the door.

His car was left running on my driveway, and I was utterly confused. None the less, my heart started to race.

"This must have fallen out of your pocket. I saw it on the seat passengers of my car." He said while holding up a silver key.

That would be the spare key I borrowed from Luke, earlier this morning. I wanted to slap myself from how careless I was being. Leaving my backpack, and now a house key.

"Thanks, I um shouldn't be so incautious." I said while taking the key from his large hand.

I avoided looking directly at him, due to the embarrassment I felt. I seriously don't know what I should do to repay this guy.

"No problem. I heard you singing as I was standing here, you're pretty good." He winked at me cheekily.

My mouth dropped open, as my eyes widened in horror. I could feel the further embarrassment creeping up my neck, staining my face red.

"Y-you heard me? That's s-so embarrassing!" My hands went up to cover my face.

I heard Ashton laugh, and I gulped. My hands remained covering my face.

"Nah, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I wouldn't have said anything if i wasn't being honest." He said, and I took my hands away from face.

My face was still red, because even though he said that, I was still embarrassed.

"Um, thanks, I owe you for all that you've done for me today. I mean I don't really have money to give you, if that's what you want. If you wanted money, I could figure out a way to get money, or if you don't want money I-" I rambled out of nervousness.

He cut me off, and I was beginning to have a déjà vu moment from this. "I don't need your money Calum, but if you're asking, you could give me a blowjob." He licked his lips.

His statement caused me to gasp, and choke on my own air. I was a coughing mess, and he was just giggling away.

He couldn't be serious, by now I knew all about his lewd jokes. I was practically an expert at this point. By the time I stopped coughing, I had come up with a bold comeback.

"Save me from being murdered, and you'll have yourself a deal." I smirked, pleased with myself.

I looked up at him as he bit down on his lip, and then parted them to speak.

"Your sassiness turns me on incredibly, so I think it's time I take my leave, before I'm the one to give you a blowjob."

Okay, that caught be off guard. Why did he have to be so straightforward, it caused me so much embarrassment.

I gulped, and spoke, changing the subject. "Th-thanks again, for today."

He smiled. "No problem, and oh let me grab your number, just in case you decide too pick me up on that offer."

Oh shit, my number. He wanted to text, and or call me. I thought this was a one time thing.

Ashton, constantly surprising me, Irwin. That will be his contact name in my phone.

"Oh okay, you ready?" I looked up, and he already had his phone opened, and ready.

I verbally gave him my number, and was curious to what he had my name under. Probably nothing out of the ordinary, because he's not a weirdo like me.

"Thanks. Bye Calum, enjoy those pancakes." He said while gesturing towards my shirt.

What the hell? How did he know I was making pancakes. I waved to him goodbye, closing the door behind me.

It took one look down at my shirt to figure out how he knew, I had pancake batter all over it.

Good one, Calum.

A/N: hey guys, it's late. it's 1:20am, on a school night. sorry if there's errors, i didn't really edit that much. i'll probably fix stuff in the morning. thank you so fucking much for a thousand views, that is CRAZY!!! thank you for reading. :-)

-serena x