Redesigned > cake au [complete.]

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a/n: new cover!! In which I spelt my username wrong!!

That Monday, I was dreading seeing Calum. We hadn't talked all weekend since the gig, and I was still trying to figure out what that meant.

I walked quickly, wanting to get this over and done with. He was going to take forever to get downstairs anyways, so I would have enough time to plan out all the different outcomes of our greeting.

However, when I got to his apartment building, I found him downstairs, sitting on a fire hydrant and looking down at his phone, his school bag at his feet. Oh, I had seen this before.

"Ditching?" I asked him, eyebrows raised.

He jumped to his feet, nearly dropping his phone. "Shit, Luke, you scared me!"

I chuckled, before nodding expectantly. "So, you're ditching today?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, picking up his bag and swinging it over his shoulder. "And you're ditching with me."

"No way," I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him as we began walking down the pavement, the same road we had been taking for the past four years.

"Right. Perfect attendance- Hey! Luke, we're practically in college already. We're giving in our final decisions in two months. Do something reckless, would ya?"

The events of the concert flashed in my mind, making me frown. Was that his plan all along then, just doing something reckless? "No. Ditch with Michael."

"But you're my best friend, not Michael," he whined, and that's when I decided that I'd absolutely had it. I really didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the pavement but really, when else would I be able to?

So, I turned to face him, pulling him to the side so that we wouldn't be bumping into people in a hurry to get to school or work. "Really? I'm your best friend? So that's why you've been choosing him over me lately, right? I only ever see you in the mornings nowadays," I snapped, my hands accentuating my words. "Oh, and what about the concert, what the fuck was that all about?! You can't just fucking kiss me like that and then say oh yeah sorry, it was just a mistake and not even bother to apologise or to text me after that, or anything. What kind of best friend does that?!"

Calum opened and closed his mouth like a fish, one hand wrapped around the strap of his bag and his eyes wide. "I- Uh-"

"You can't do that, Cal," I hissed, annoyed at myself for being close to angry tears. "You can't- Fuck, you can't play with people like that. Now go find Michael and stay away from me because- because I don't think I can deal with the way you've been acting lately."

With that, I pushed past him, furiously wiping at my eyes. Fuck you, Calum, for making me cry. I didn't understand how I could get so worked up over a stupid boy who just needed to learn to keep it in his pants.

When I got into the subway station, I realised that he hadn't tried to follow me. I didn't know was worse: my current situation, or him actually following me and finding me crying. I could've done with one of his hugs, but at this point it would just hurt even more knowing that there were no feelings behind it anyways.