goner//c.h.

Chapter 1

I looked over to the counter and saw someone standing there. The person turned around and it was Calum Hood.

He breathed out rolling his eyes as he looked at the door where his "friends" already left.

I felt really bad, so I asked him if he wanted to walk home with me. I lived a couple blocks away, and I know Calum did too since he lives across the street.

I felt uneasy though, knowing that he was popular and all, but I felt something different about him.

I wanted to befriend him because his actual "friends" don't care about him.

Before I moved here, I was always bullied. I never had any friends before I met Ashton, Michael, and Luke.

I know how it felt to be lonely.

"Hey." I approached Calum.

"Hey, uh Mia right?" He asked scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to walk home with me since your friends left already." I quietly said.

"Yeah, that would be great." He smiled.

Great, now I just need to think of a topic to think of.

It seems like Calum would belong with our friends more than the populars. He wore black skinny jeans, vans, and a Sublime shirt.

Guess he pulled off the style better.

"See you Ash." I hugged him and left with Calum.

"Like you shirt." I said getting my phone out of my bag.

"I like yours too." he chuckled.

"What's you favorite bands?" I asked trying to get this weird tension to go away.

"All Time Low, Blink-182, Green Day. Those kind of bands." he replied eating a bit of his froyo.

We're we long lost best friends?

"We love those bands! I mean, I love those bands, my friends and I do." I stuttered.

"So, why do you even hang out with the popular group? I mean they ditch you and crap." I was eager for an answer.

"At my old school I was bullied severely. That's why I transferred here. The populars pick on people who aren't like them so if your like them, they can't pick on you."

Smart kid, really.

"Never thought of that." I mumbled.

I just thought that they were teenage boys who thought the number one way to get into someone's pants is to be popular. I guess there was more meaning than that.

"You seem so...nice." I said under my breath.

"Yeah, that's what a lot of people say. Since I was bullied I know how it felt to be bullied. Scared to walk in the doors of school was an understatement. Terrified seems more accurate. I don't want people to feel the same way."

Damn, this kid was deep.

Right as he finished talking, we got to his house.

"Hey, what about those digits?" I joked as he pulled out a napkin from the froyo shop.

He wrote his number down and something else.

He handed it to me and went inside his house.

I looked at the note, being invisible isn't as bad as it seems.
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Ohhhh sparking some type of relationship huh...
Hopefully Cal isn't a jerk like the rest of his friends.