𝕰𝖓𝖉 𝖀𝖕 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 [ 5SOS ]

13. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 with all presentations completed. Half the class has already left to take the few minutes we have between classes to eat something, talk, smoke a cigarette, or satisfy physiological needs.

As I am always the exception to everything, I pack my things, but not with the intention of leaving the room. Not yet, at least.

"Hood, wait a minute."

The boy with tousled black hair looks in my direction, over his shoulder, and finishes getting up from his chair slowly. I watch his Adam's apple rise and fall as he swallows dryly and nods, uncertain and perhaps confused about what I want so badly to talk to him about.

Something tells me he is also afraid of what is coming.

He better be.

Ashton sonorously lays a hand on Calum's shoulder and squeezes him, wishing him good luck before leaving the room followed by Luke.

Michael stays behind only long enough to leave me a kiss on the top of my head and a reminder that we are having lunch together today. I don't contradict him as I'm more focused on Calum right now and a free lunch really comes in handy as the one who pays is the one who invites.

I lean the bottom of my back against the front of my desk, standing perfectly facing Calum who is now standing between his and Luke's desk with a pained expression.

"Close the door after you leave, will you?" Professor Smith asks us already in the doorway with his briefcase under one of his muscular arms.

"Don't worry Professor, we won't be long." I say, smiling briefly at the man. Calum nods and reinforces what I said.

"See you next week, be good." The Professor says goodbye, tapping his knuckles twice on the doorframe before disappearing.

I break my smile at this moment and turn my eyes back to Calum. The boy tenses and strains to soften my serious expression.

"So, why do you want to talk to me? If it's about Ashton seeing you almost kissing Luke, I swear I won't tell anyone. Luke, he---"

I'm going to kill Ashton.

"It's not about Luke, or any kissing!" I shout a little loudly and immediately the brunette shuts up and raises his hands in surrender. "And I think you know perfectly well what I want to talk to you about." I say, undeterred by the anger that tends to consume me at the thought of yesterday afternoon and, in general, Luke.

"I don't understand, really, Kylie." Calum runs a hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture. "If it's not about yesterday afternoon, I don't see what I could have done---"

"It has to do with a certain girl, short..." I exemplify Dove's size with a hand at shoulder height, interrupting him for the second time. "Blonde with green eyes... Oh, and that you rescued last night from a bush, reminds you of someone?"