OOPSIES;) (Calum Hood & Roy English)

Chapter 1

Sometimes I think I hate myself, but then I remember no, I'm just a gay guy who goes to a private christian college in Texas. Well technically I'm bisexual, but I think that would confuse my college friends way more than me just being gay. I grew up a good little catholic boy, and I was blessed with a good family that didn't lose their mind when I came out to my dad at the ripe old age of 15. He sat me down and said "Calum Thomas Hood you know I love you with my whole heart and so does God and your sister." My mom had died the year before, and we were still figuring life out without her. My sister and I had been enrolled in school right after because my dad couldn't keep us home schooled and work at the same time, so catholic private school it was for me and Mali-Koa. We are 15 months apart, but we got to experience high school for the first time together.

I was a terrified and closeted freshman, and she was a confident junior who quickly became the star of the school. I swear I don't understand how but she has this way about her that makes everyone like her. I unfortunately did not get that gene. Although I did quickly become the star of the boy's soccer team, that stardom wasn't a reflection in classes. I had a few good friends, but that's all I really wanted. In my junior year I got my first girlfriend. I think only about 5 people outside of my family knew about my sexuality, and I was never really worried about people knowing. I know sexuality is a fundamental part of me, but when you are 17 years old in a catholic high school coming out isn't your top priority. Over my years homeschooled and in private school, I was constantly taking religious classes. For a gay kid I was extremely interested in religion, in fact I wanted to be a priest for the longest time. I don't really remember when that stopped, but it was sometime around my mom's passing. There's no easy way for a child to lose a parent. I was extremely lucky to have my sister and dad, we all held each other together until we could hold up ourselves. So when senior year came around I never even really considered going to seminary. Me and Katherine were still together, and although we say we didn't, we did both pick Texas Christian University to be together. Well until she dumped me the second semester of freshman year mere days after my birthday(Jan 25) and got engaged three months later. Right after that happened I felt like all I had was soccer. I couldn't believe I had been scouted to play division 1 soccer, but here I was in my junior year as the captain of the TCU soccer team still playing as a full back.

That lands me where I am today, laying in bed staring at the ceiling wondering why I had decided to pursue a psychology degree when I was the one who needed a therapist. I am in my junior year of college, freshly 21, and I just got home from my first love's wedding. Katherine for some reason thought of us as friends, so when I got the pearly white wedding invitation I couldn't say no. We had dated for just over 3 years, and she had been by my side through so much, I couldn't just not go to her and Niall's wedding. This is the way it went in christian colleges, I occasionally hang out with my ex-girlfriend and her Irish boyfriend. It's weird, but they're not the worst company. Actually if me and Kat hadn't dated, I would most likely be best friends with the two of them, but that's not what happened, so here I am sprawled on my bed in me and my best friends' apartment after watching Kat and Niall say I do the day before. I wasn't bitter, I was just lonely.

Just then a pillow smacked the back of my head, "Get up you lazy ass!" Michael Clifford, my best friend and roommate, said.

"Michael, don't be rude," I laughed rolling onto my back, looking up to see Michael sporting a goofy grin with his practically dead from bleach bleached hair. Michael is the definition of an emo boy. He grew up constantly changing hair colors, he definitely had a Beetlejuice phase he's trying to hide from me. We met when he was working at my favorite coffee shop, and him and Crystal were not engaged at the time. They had just recently moved to Fort Worth, and I was looking for a roommate to move off campus with for my sophomore year. We became close friends and I moved in with Michael and Crystal in the summer between my freshman and sophomore year. Now it was almost two years later, and we were as close as ever.