7 - Lover's Secrets (Calum) part 1

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School is the most important thing.

You have to learn and be a good girl, don't do anything to upset the lord.

Don't let yourself be distracted or lured into sin.

The boy standing in front of you right now, holding out a small plastic up was exactly that. Sin.

Even if he hadn't been the school's bad boy he couldn't have been classified as anything but that.

Even if he didn't have - not many, but still a few - tattoos trailing down his arms.

"I saw you standing alone", he gave a grin that he was probably used to having the effect that it made every girl fall at his feet, "So I brought you a drink."

You eyed him for another moment, glanced at the cup the mumbled just loud enough for him to hear over the music: "Sorry, I don't take drinks from strangers."

The black haired boys eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"What", he laughed, "are you the preacher's daughter or what, huh?"

You didn't laugh with him.
Because you were.

"Oh", he said after he had given you a onc eover and taken in your all the way buttoned up blouse, flat sandals, braided hair and makeup less face. Well, you were wearing mascara but your friend (who had dragged you to this party in the first place, just to leave you by yourself) had told you that that didn't count as makeup.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest selfconsciously when he still hadn't looked away after a few moments.

Suddenly he leaned in.

"I bet I could make you much less innocent than you are right now.", he whispered.

You gasped in shock and also a bit of disgust and pushed him away from you.

***

That party had happened two weeks ago.

Calum, no he hadn't introduced himself to you, but everyone knew the town's 'bad boy', hadn't given up.

He had started waiting for you on the school yard. After school, before school and now even during lunch breaks.

And you had discovered that he wasn't as disgusting as you had thought. You spent a lot of time with the black haired boy and you could feel yourself falling for him. You knew you shouldn't, you didn't want to. But you couldn't resist the way he smiled, the way he softly stroked strands of hair behind your ear when they managed to escape your braided hair that you wore almost every day, the way he kissed.

You had never expected to kiss a boy before you were older than 21. Your das had preached to you about not kissing, not touching, not loving a boy before you were ready for marriage. Not preached as in him actually being a preacher of course...

But Calum was so much more than the bad boy character he always put on in public.

"This is kind of a selfprotection, you know", he had told you once, "When I'm the asshole and the one everyone stays away from no one can hurt me. No one will dare to hurt me."

The night that he hd told you this, had been that night of your first kiss.

You were unsure of whether you could trust him. Sure, you had fallen for him, but that didn't mean that he wasn't just playing with you and that he'd break your heart.

Calum had been devastated when you had told he your worries, but understood where it was coming from. And that had lead to him up to you. At first hesistantly, then more and more like he had been bottling this up inside him for a long time.

And the boy you had kissed - on a small hidden bench in the park, while your dad thought you were still in school - was just Calum. Just Calum, the 17 year old boy you had fallen in love with and that had fallen in love with you.

"I wanna be a weird ass annoying romantic for you, Y/N.", he had whispered to you.

And you had laughed and said: "Wow, that really sounds romantic."

***

Two days later you had received the first letter.

It was really so cliché and oldschool but it was so sweet of him and you couldn't wait for the next one he'd write for you and sneakily stick into your school locker. He wasn't very sneaky because often you would see him looking around, somehow missing your head peaking out behind the corner, and creeping up on your ugly grey locker to hide another incredibly cute love letter for his girlfriend.

No one knew that you two were dating and you wanted to keep it this way. If someone at school would find out, it wouldn't be long until your dad would know. And that would just be horrible.

Yesterday you had received the twentyfirst letter - yes, you were counting - and had been rereading it the whole night. Sometimes all of the messily scribbled words, sometimes only sentences that you particularly loved.

I can never get enough of the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh at things I say.

Whenever we are apart, I already long for the next time we'll see each other.

You let out a small giggle, he could be so cheesy that it should be disgusting but it made you blush because you felt the same way.

Steps echoed in the hallway and in lightning speed you had hidden the letter under you pillow and turned your nightlamp of.

When your dad entered the room you had smushed your face into the pillow, trying to seem asleep.

"Y/N?", your dad asked, turning the bright light in your room on.

You scrunched up your face as if you werw just now waking up from the light. "Daaad?", you mumbled.

"Sweety, you have to get up and get ready for school."

You shot up from the bed. "Already?"

Had you really been staring at one love letter for the whole night?

Your dad looked surprised by the way you were suddenly wide awake, but didn't say anything else except to 'hurry up or else you'll be late for school.'

Before you left, you put the letter back in the shoe box under your bed.

***
You stayed behind at school like you always did. Your dad thought you had school until 4, when actually the last hour was always just you and Calum cuddling up on benches of the empty school yard. The only one knowing about your relationship was the janitor who sometimes walked past you, but he always just shook his head, mumbling 'young love' or 'little lovebirds'.

"Did you like my letter?", Calum asked, after he had placed a kiss onto your head.

"I read it all night, Cal.", you giggled. This was the fourth time he had asked that today, because he just couldn't get enough of hearing you say that you liked it so much that you hadn't gotten any sleep.

"I wanna give you letters every single day and hour, but", he grinned at you, "I'm not creative enough to do that."

You laughed again, burying your face in his shoulder.

And then the romantic athmosphere around the two of you was destroyed. By a hand punching down onto the bench, pieces of paper being punched down onto it.

You shrieked and hid further in your boyfriend's chest, just to jump away from him a moment later.

There was your dad.

He was standing right in front of you, fury written all over his face like you had never seem before.

"So this is Calum then, huh?"

Cliffhangeeeer - cuz this is a really long imagine so i'll make two parts out of it🙈
Part 2 is gonna be called 'The consequences', you can guess what it's gonna be about😂
I was sooo tempted to make a good girl reference in the title but - no😂
Also I'm not religious so if I formulated anything wrong or weirdly, I apologize.

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