It's complicated

Chapter 51

This chapter is SUPER long and I apologize; I just really wanted to get these moments in here.

-Calum's POV-

I saw Emilee standing alone, so I figured i'd go talk to her. I knew her and Grace had been fighting, and I figured that maybe I could talk to her about apologizing. Tell her that it was all my idea to hide it from everyone.

"Hey, Emilee." I say with a wave and a smile, "Haven't seen you in awhile."

"Hey, Calum. I know. I've missed you guys."

"Yeah, so what happened with you and Grace anyway?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"Well, you know how Grace is. Maybe you could just go apologize-" I'm cut off by the smashing of her lips against mine. My eyes go wide and I try to pull away, but she holds on to the back of my head, keeping me in. She has a surprisingly strong grip.

I put my hands on her wrist and use the leverage to get away from her. "What the f*** was that?" I scream. I look around for Grace and see her in the hallway. She is staring right at us, her arms crossed over her chest. And, she's laughing. Why in the h*ll is she laughing?

She starts walking over to us, arms still crossed, with Makayla right behind her. Emilee sees her and gets a shocked and nervous look on her face. Grace gives a little finger wave and smile as she gets closer to us.

"I'm sorry, but you must be confused. See this is my house. That's my boyfriend. My life. So, you can either not be a backstabbing b*tch. Or, you can get the f*** out of my house. Either is fine with me." She turns to me and plants a kiss on my lips for good measure. Wow, I think to myself, she's hot when she's mad.

At first, Emilee just stands there, not knowing what to do. Then, she regains her wits and scoffs, "Come on, Makayla. Let's get out of here."

All of us look to Makayla; she just stands there.

"Oh, ugh, I think I'll stay. You better get out of here though." She says. Emilee looks dumbfounded, and Grace smirks in a in your face type of way. Makayla sticks her hand in her pocket and pulls out a key. "Here, you can take my car. Ugh, I, I'll just sleep here tonight." She looks down, not wanting to make eye contact with Emilee.

"F*** you all. I don't want any of you in my life anyway" She storms out, almost knocking a couple people down with the door.

Grace turns to me, "I'm not letting you go to anymore parties. I always get cheated on." She laughs and shakes her head at the situation.

I laugh and hug her, "I'm sorry. I know it's been rough for you lately." She buries her head into my chest and I rub small circles on her back.

She takes a deep breath and stops hugging me, "We are going to have fun tonight. Are your mates here yet?"

I shake my head, "Nope."

"Call them. Have them pick up some beer."

I look down at her and scrunch my eyebrows, "What?"

"I'm serious."

"Grace," Makayla interrupts, "Think about this. You don't drink. You never have before and it won't end well. Don't let Emilee get the best of you." I nod in agreement with her.

"I said, call your friends and get some beer." she says to me deliberatly.

I pull out my phone and do as I'm told.

*

Half an hour later, all my friends show up with 10 cases of beer. Grace invites them in. She immediatly goes for the beer.

I grab her hand before she can pop the top, "Are you sure you want to do this? I think you'll find it's a mistake."

"I'm a big girl, Calum. I can make my own decisions."

"But, you're not even 17 yet."

"I said, I can make my own decisions." She opens the can and takes her first drink. She cringes.

"This stuff is a-" she looks up at me, "Amazing! I'm sorry I didn't try this sooner." She gulps a few huge drinks, but I think it's only to get it down.

She finishes the can in just a couple minutes, "Let's dance." She pulls on my arm and takes us to a clear spot in the living room. We have the sound system on and people are dancing everywhere. We dance through a couple songs, until Grace goes back over to the table.

She grabs another beer and pops it open. She takes a long drink, "You want one?" she asks.

I shake my head. If she ends up getting drunk, I'll have to be there to make sure she doesn't get herself into any trouble.

*

2 hours and 8 beers later, Grace is completely hammered. I kept trying to get her to stop, but she is an angry drunk.

"Calum," she looks up at me and slurs he words.

"Yeah?"

"Take me upstairs." I stand up from the couch and help her up. I wrap my arm around her waist to hold her steady.

We get up to her bedroom and I turn the light on. She shuts the door behind her.

"Why did you do that for?" I ask. I turn around and she smirks at me. She pushes me onto the bed and gets on top of me, straddling my torso. She presses her lips to min, at first light and delicate, but it turns into something more.

She starts tugging on the hem of my shirt until she gets it off of my body.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Shh," she looks at me and smirks. She leans back down and connects our lips, her hands roaming all over my torso.

Grace, once again, pulls away. I look at her and she smiles. Then, she starts to pull off her shirt. She throws it onto the floor and lays back down on top of me. She starts to rock her hips against my mine, and I moan.

She gets off and stands up. I do the same. She starts to unbutton her pants. I put my hands on her hips.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," I say and she smiles. She starts to shimmy out of her pants but I put my hands on hers, stopping her. She looks up at me confused. I bend down and grab her shirt and hand it to her.

"But, when you wake up, you would regret is so much. I'm not going to do that to you. Get some sleep." I kiss her forehead and leave the room.

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I would just like to point out how uncomfortable I was with writing this chapter. This book is about me and I will never ever do anything like that until I'm married. I'm a Christian and I feel awful for even writing that. But, I knew that if I didn't put at least a little in there, you guys would start to get mad. I will never write anything like that again; I apologize if that is the kind of stuff you like. I don't even read smut when it is in a story, so imagine how I felt writing it.

If you are like me and hate this stuff, I apologize. I won't do anything like that again. I feel literally awful right now and I thought about deleting that all and starting over, but I decided against it.

Love you guys💕