hopeless. [FINISHED]

9.

Madeline's POV

I got my hoodie on and did what I usually did when I was annoyed and had enough.

I just took a walk up the street and went to the creek.

Michael and I's place.

I sat on the bench and read my book.

"Fuck off. I don't care if I used her. I never cared!" I heard someone scream.

I looked around.

Calum.

I can never escape him I swear.

"Get out of here!" he yelled.

"Don't tell me what to do!" I said, which felt like the millionth time.

"Madeline?" he said, his eyes softened.

Was he bipolar, drunk or both?

"Stop it, I hate when people called me Madeline."

The name just sounded so strict, I guarantee that he knows I hate it too.

"We have our project to start," he smirked.

"It's late" I said nervous, making an excuse.

He pretended to check a fake watch on his wrist and chuckled.

"Eight? Since when is that late? Oh, I forgot you're little innocent Madeline," he laughed.

"Why are you such an ass?"

"But am I wrong?" he smiled.