“So you’re the high school English teacher?” My mother asked me. I nodded, laughing. “God, it must be hard for you, you’re so beautiful!” My mom mused. “Ma,” I whined, becoming embarrassed. Becca and my mother laughed together. Then, Rebecca’s phone rang. “I’ll be right back.” She walked into the kitchen answering her phone. “So, what happened? How’s Chase?” She asked me. I bit my lip. “Well, he’s actually in France now, he’ll be back in two weeks from next Saturday.” I said, moving hair out of my face. Thunder struck the sky, and I yawned. “You’ve got to keep visiting me! Ever since 3 years ago you just stopped coming home for visits while at college—“ She started. “Mom. Stop.” I demanded. I knew what she was going to say. I didn’t want to hear it from her mouth. “I’m sorry, honey. You should check your room! It’s still the same! After your father—“ She stopped, her face becoming sad. I groaned, rubbing my cheeks. Where was Becca when I needed her? I didn’t want to start crying. My mother saw the sadness in my eyes and said, “Just go check your room. For old memories.” I sighed. For old memories. “Hey, I’ve gotta go.” Rebecca said. She wouldn’t look at me. I could hear her arguing with someone on her phone. I nodded. “Okay. I can just call a cab home.” She nodded, giving me a hug and walking out. “What happened with her?” My mother asked. “I—I don’t know.” I climbed the stairs quickly, making my way to the last door on the right. I pushed it open slightly, remembering everything. From my sleepovers with Callum every weekend in this room, to crying all night as a teenager after graduation. I ran my hand over the bed, and looked out the window. It was raining hard now, and lightning struck once again. I sighed, a tear sliding down my cheek. Now, they all came. I looked at myself in the mirror, now hearing my father’s voice. “What are you crying for? Keep your head up, little soldier. Daddy always loves you.” I cried even more now. My father was gone, and I missed him. He died three years ago, while I was still in college. It was a robbery, and I was furious because there was nothing he could do. I could faintly hear the doorbell ring, and my mother called my name, sounding horrified. I stripped out of my hoodie, my plain white spaghetti top showing. I wiped my eyes, walking down the stairs. I sighed, and I could see someone standing next to the door. It was a man, so I rubbed my eyes, my vision becoming clear. It was Callum. He was soaking wet, his hair dripping down his forehead. My mother had a shocked look on her face, she also looked mad. “Isabella?” He whispered. “What are you doing here? How’d you know I was here?” I asked. “I was the one who called Rebecca. I went by your house, you weren’t there. I asked if she knew, and she pretty much cursed me out… Anyway, she told me where you were, because, I really need to tell you something. “ Callum said. “Callum, can’t it wait until tomorrow? I’m with my mom.” He looked at my mother. “Hello, Mrs. Callahan.” He waved at her. She rolled her eyes, walking into the kitchen. “I think I deserved that,” He muttered. “What did you really want? You drove here in rain just to—“ He stopped me. “Correction: I walked here.” He mumbled, his eyes still connected with mine. I could see his beautiful baby blue eyes filled with sadness. Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed him into a hug. “Don’t, I’ll get you soaked.” He said, trying to get away. “I don’t care.” I said, still holding onto Callum for dear life. As if I was going to be dropped. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer. “Come on,” I whispered, dragging Callum’ up the stairs with me. I bought him into my old room and I could tell he was surprised everything was the same. “Everything’s in the same place,” He muttered, walking around the room. I dug around my dresser, getting clothes for Callum, which he left here forever. I grabbed dark jeans and a blue V-neck shirt, giving it to him. “Here.” I mumbled. “After I change, can we talk?” He asked. I nodded quickly, and he began to take off his shirt. “God Callum, my mom is downstairs and you’re in my old room stripping?” I hissed at him. He smirked. I noticed myself staring down at his chiseled chest, a perfect six pack before my eyes. “God Isabel, stop staring at me like I’m food! Pervert.” He mimicked in a voice like mine. “There’s a bathroom across the hall. Why don’t you just change there?” I asked. “I don’t wanna.” He said, sounding like an eight year old. He put his hands on his pants, and looked up at me. “Ugh.” I groaned. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He mumbled. I closed my eyes, facing my mirror. I put my hands over my eyes, but could still see Callum through the mirror. He began taking off his pants, peeking to see if I was still looking. He dropped the warm pair of pants and closed my door, which I could barely hear. “Almost done?” I asked, even though he wasn’t. I could still see him. “Hold on, almost done.” He muttered. Now, he began to walk towards me. His head rested on my shoulder, and he hesitated whether to put his hands on my waist or not. “What’s taking so long?” I asked. He mumbled something to himself, and moved closer to me. He now was muttering random things, putting his pants on. He still had no shirt on, and he moved closer to me once again. He thought I couldn’t see him. His chest was against my back now, and he moved my hair to one side of my shoulder. “What are you doing?” I asked. “There’s something on your shoulder.” He whispered. I could see him look at me once more, before gently kissing my shoulder, then my neck. I froze. I couldn’t move. What was he really doing? “Callum—“ I began, but he quickly shut me up. “Shh,” He whispered. “Can I just—“ He whispered in my ear. “Just what?” I replied, knowing my voice sounded horrible. “Just let me… Just let me do this one more time, I promise, I’ll never do it again.” He muttered. “What are you talking about?” I sighed. He stopped me once more, turning me around to face him. He took my hands from my face, and I looked at his body. He licked his lips, causing me to let out a small moan. He didn’t do anything, he just licked his lips. And I just moaned from something that small. What was he doing to me? “Callum, stop please.” I begged, looking at his intimidating face. “I’m not doing anything.” He said, running his hands up my arms. “Stop.” I whispered, looking away as his hands moved to my waist. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted his lips on mine urgently. His hands moved to my hips, gripping them with a controlling force. My arms instantly went around his neck. “What are you doing to me, Isabella?” He whispered, still looking at me straight in the eyes. I didn’t answer. “Just once,” He muttered, pushing me up against a wall. I breathed out, as he quickly walked towards me, lifting me up. “I want you. So bad.” Callum said through kisses on my neck. I moaned, my arms still around his neck and my back arching up against the wall. “God, Isabella. What are you doing?” He mumbled, forcing his lips to mine. “Why?” I mumbled against his lips, and he tilted my body so I could wrap my legs around his hips. I could feel the buldge in his pants, and it made me groan. “Why? Why do you have this affect on me? Nobody does. Not even my girlfriend,” He mumbled, forcing his tongue between my closed lips. Our tongues met and we both moaned. He began to lift my shirt up, and took it off within seconds. He began to kiss my skin and suck on my neck gently. I let out a loud moan, biting my lip. “God, Callum. I hate you,” I managed to get out. “Isabella, I wish I could hate you, but it’s too damn impossible.”
