It's Just Living | c.h

23- Ruin

Calum's POV:

My heartbeat races like I have just ran a marathon... But I haven't accomplished something, I've done the complete opposite. And I feel pathetic for it.

How did it even happen?

Why did I say that?

She isn't just a girl, she my girl.

The hurt just keeps piling in through my mind leaving me breathless.

The boys tried to cheer me up but little did it help, nothing can stop the throb in my chest right now, only she can.

Standing up from the floor I look at my bed daydreaming about what she might be thinking right now. I don't want to know if it's about how much she hates me.

Walking through the corridor I bump into Michael weakly but he seems to notice, "Hey, mate, can we talk?" I keep walking.

"There is nothing to talk about." I haven't been crying but my voice is still hoarse.

"Yes there is," he turns me around to face him, "I'm sorry, okay? It was dumb and I shouldn't have pushed you."

Anger takes over my body when I see his face. "YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" I shout whilst flinging my body towards his unguarded one. I rise my fist once I have a grip of his collar but have no chance to swing it at him as a pair of arm wrap around my torso and pull me away from him.

"Your over-reacting Calum!" Ashton shouts at me from behind, "Go calm down, your being moody."

I huff reluctantly and sulk off back to my room giving all 3 of them a death glare as I go.

Kate's POV:

Blood rises to my face as soon as I go into the kitchen, I had been crying and I didn't take my mascara off.

"Hunny what's wrong?" My mother instantly notices my panda eyes.

"Um, I got some perfume in my eye."

She huffs slightly, "Teenagers and their looks." She mumbles but I can hear her loud and clear. Great, just what I need.

"Okay well clear yourself up, dinner will be ready soon." She goes back to the stove.

"Mum I'm not too hungry to be honest."

"That's silly Kate, you haven't eaten all day." She says it like I'm 8 and it makes me sick.

"I have a granola bar at lunch."

"Fine, but you have to have some pasta or something." I groan but accept.

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6 months have gone by since Calum and the pain is still there. Not as such anger but upset. Upset that it happened.

But I guess things change, not much I can do on that one.

I think about a lot of things recently, sometimes on the band and sometimes on the mysterious boy who disappeared after the locker room. I like to think that he left because of guilt, but I doubt as much. I'm sure he thinks of me as much as Agustus Waters thinks of lighting a cigarette- never. And to be honest- that's fine by me.