Loverboy || Malum

Chapter Twenty One

March 2011

A S H T O N ' S P O V

Calum asked me to hang out with him, I said yes. I knew the stupid things he's done, but we've been best friends for the longest time ever, so I let it slide a bit. We were now at the mall because he said he wanted to buy something. I made him promise me that he'll buy me food because if he agreed to buy someone else something, he should agree to buy me something too. He argued before he huffed and agreed. He tried to act annoyed but it was clear he was trying to hide a smile.

He walked into a flower shop, I followed him, furrowing my eyebrows. Mother's day was not coming up, his mother's birthday was not for a long while and he wouldn't buy Mali flowers, he would buy her candy, or maybe drugs now that he's into it.

He picked up a small pot with growing flowers, examining every edge and corner.

"Dude, why are you looking at flowers?" I questioned.

"For my girl, she likes daisies or something," he replied with a shrug.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked annoyed.

"Buying flowers for my girl?" He said, although he came out more of a question. I sighed and took the flowers from his hand, placing them back on the counter then took his hand and dragged him out the store.

"Your girl is meant to have a penis and be named Michael, not some chick with actual boobs and a vagina! The only person in the group that should be dating someone with boobs and a vagina is me because you all seem to dig Michael. I mean, he's cute and shit, and yeah he looks like a good bang all of the times, but I'm getting off track now."

"Michael looks a lot more than just a good fuck, thank you very much. Now if you ever call him that, I will not hesitate to punch you in the dick," he said. He wasn't looking at me, but looking straight. He walked with his hands in his pockets and his head held high.

"Is that so?" I challenged. "I bet Michael would look so fucking hot underneath me, whimpering, and moaning. His head flat against his forehead, slightly sweating." I pronounced each word properly, spitting out every letter. I looked at Calum and smirked. His jaw was tensed and his hands were fisted. "His head lolled back, his lips parted. His hands scratching down my back, and screaming as he cu-" I was cut off by a pair of hands around my neck. It wasn't in a strangling way, but rather more of a threatening way.

"Finish that sentence and I will end you," he spat.

I smirked. "Let go of me," and he did. "You're in love with Michael. Won't even let me let him cum, how sweet." I taunted. I always knew how to push Calum's buttons, and it was fun. He would try to act tough, but we both knew he wasn't. He tried to act scary sometimes, to push everyone away, but he wasn't. He was just confused.

"Shut up, you know nothing," he said. Although it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than tell me.

"I know you're in love with him, Calum, and you have been since forever ago. I know that Michael loves you too. I know that Luke knows that Michael loves you a lot too. And he was going to tell him he knew that Mike liked you. Luke wasn't hurt by it, though."

"So why didn't he break up with Michael?" He said angrily.

"Because," I started. "You asked whats her name out. He was going to beat you up, you know that right? He said and I quote 'makes me promise not to break Michael's heart but yet he's sticking it up the front when everyone knows he likes it up the butt.'"

"That doesn't answer why he didn't break up with Michael."

"It was because he didn't want to hurt Michael anymore than he was already hurt, shit face."

"So he's pretending to like Michael?" He sounded angry.

I shook my head. "He has feelings for Michael, Calum," I said calmly. "He tries to make Michael feel good since you make him feel like shit. He tries to be there for him, since you're not. He's doing everything you should be doing to Michael, and everyone in the group knows that."

"You know nothing." He repeated.

"I know I'm not book smart or street smart. I know that you're neither as well, along with Luke. I know that the three of us are only soccer smart, but that doesn't mean I don't know how much of a dumbass you have acting like for the past couple of months, Calum. I know many things, except why you do drugs when soccer starts in less than a month. Calum do you not care about anything anymore?"

"I do," he said, defeatedly.

"Then you need to start acting like it, and you should probably start with apologising to Michael, or quit the drugs act because you can kill yourself."

"I can't stop," he whispered. I looked at him confused.

"What do you mean can't stop? Yes, you can," I said in an almost pleading tone.

"I can't. I tried. I kept throwing up and I just felt so tired all the time. All I heard were voices screaming in my head telling me to take a smoke, that I needed it. It felt like my insides were no longer inside my body, but out. I can't."

"Fuck that. Yes." I took his face in my hands. "You." I lifted his head so he can look me in the eye. "Can. You have me, you have Luke and even if you think you don't, you have Michael, too."

- - -

I've had such a bad week and then I nearly deleted this story because I got fed up with it, and I've been so stressed out with everything, wow. But I didn't for you guys. My chapters have been very shit lately and that would have to do with the fact I've just been feeling very low, you know. I'll fix them later, I promise.