BAD IDEA RIGHT? | c. hood

eighteen.

I swear each venue we get to the hallways get longer.

It shouldn't take this long to get from place to place, but then again, I am the one who decided to go on a walk around the venue to clear my head before going on stage.

Something about today had just made being around him more difficult than usual. Maybe it could be the fact that I'd been ignoring him since the last concert.

Our little "fight" had affected me more than I thought it had.

I saw him walking toward me and my heart sped up.

Maybe if I kept staring straight ahead he'd ignore me? That would be best case scenario.

A yelp left my mouth when his calloused hand gripped my bare bicep, pulling me into a conveniently placed broom closet.

I was about to yell at him, ask him why he'd pulled me into the closet like this, but lost my chance. His lips were on mine and it was like I was finally home again.

Barely 5 seconds had passed when I realized how wrong this was.

My hands forcefully pushed him away, his back slamming against the wall behind him. "What the fuck, Calum? If I'm not mistaken, you have a girlfriend!"

He looked as though he was in a trance. "Who I only started dating to forget you." He tried to lean back in.

I swallowed harshly, "I can't do this right now, I'm about to go on and... and then you go on."

Tears stung at my eyes.

"Then I'll find you after it all." he mumbled, his eyes scanning my face, connecting with my own before falling back down to my lips.

"What about Kinsley?" My heart was breaking as I asked the question.

She didn't deserve to be treated like this. Like someone one could just throw away.

"I'll figure that out tomorrow." How could he say that so casually?

I just shook my head, my mind and heart were going crazy. I can't do this. I can't keep myself in this closet with him any longer, because I will give in and kiss him again. Kinsley means too much to me for me to betray her like that.

"I've gotta go." I mumbled, pushing myself away from him and out of the door.

And, lucky for me, the moment I reached my dressing room, someone was there to bring me to stage. Of fucking course.

I didn't even have time to calm myself down and will the tears away. No, I had to immediately go out in front of thousands of people and pretend that everything was okay. Hopefully, no one will notice that I'm barely holding it together.

Maybe no one will figure out that the reason I could burst into tears at any moment was because my ex-boyfriend kissed me in a closet and admitted to only getting into a year-long relationship because he was trying to get over me.

I put on a brave face, took a deep breath, and ran out on stage.

These people paid a lot of money to be here, better make it worth it.

•

"Sulli, you okay?" Crystal asked as I ran off stage at the end of my set.

She'd been watching from the wings with Sierra and Kinsley.

I shrugged, handing off my mic to the sound person that had walked over to my side. "Why wouldn't I be?" My fingers popped my in-ears out, letting them dangle around my neck.

Sierra sent me a concerned look, gently running her hand up and down my arm. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Babe." Well, shit.

Now I had to come up with a convincing enough lie. "Just started thinking about my Mum during 'Hope ur ok' and started feeling kinda shitty, that's all." Gotta play it cool.