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Vol 64: she's a natural blonde

The repetitive obnoxious beat of the bass bouncing off the walls was doing absolutely nothing to ease Calum's migraine, which didn't help as the gnawing feeling of why Lacey won't pick up her phone had been infesting his mind.

It was nearing 11 pm and the effect of the two beers that Calum had drank had been long gone- and the more Calum stared at the harsh white glow of his unanswered texts, the more he strained his jaw.

The cold air pricked his skin, leaning over the rooftop railway was an easier choice then to go inside into the closed up claustrophobic box full of artificial mixes of smoke that Calum had now slowly had an adversion to. The only reason why he was here was because Luke forced all the boys out for a boys night. Cal tried his hardest to set it out but unfortunately, Luke wasn't going to budge and Lacey wanted him to have fun for a couple hours. Calum explained to her that he would not want to do anything but accompany her and her injured foot on this quiet saturday night, watching shitty shoes and eating shitty food. He would give absoultly everything to hold her in his arms. But he promised Lacey he'd only go for a couple hours, and soon, she'd be in his arms.

Calum saw through the foggy glass window that Luke was downing his fourth shot with Micheal; on his forth drink of the night, pulling him and Ashton into the crowded dance floor. Clearly the other two were gone beyond the control of their own consciousness; so Cal decided it was the perfect time to dip.

Debating on weather or not he'd let the boys know about his departure, Calum shoved his phone in his pocket and entered the suffocating inside. Head down, bodies were bumping against him; and before he could make it fully across the dance floor, he felt a hand wash across his chest. Almost flinching, Calum turned his head to see a blonde girl.

"You're that guy from that band, right?" She was smirking lazily as she twisted her long hair, giggling to herself as she drank the god knows what liquor in her hand.

Calum forced a smile, but it came out more passive agressive as he noticed the girl recoil her sight from his lips to his eyes. Calum thought the forced smile was enough for an answer as the girl in front of him was nothing close to the girl he was longing to see, his hands fidgeting in his pockets. This girls hair was bleached yellow blonde, Cal could tell; his girlfriend was a natural blonde.

But the girl didn't take that as a conversation ender. "What are you drinking?" She yelled once more, eyeing his empty hands.

"Oh, I'm- bout to head out." Calum tensed his jaw as he shook his head, but the girl couldn't see his irritation, obviously.

"Oh come on, at least dance with me first." She placed a hand on his arm.

Calum knew what this was. He knew where this was going to go. He knew what the girl wanted. He knew that as he looked past her shoulder and saw Luke smirking at him, that Luke probably sent her his way. Because that's what Calum probably would have desired. Because Calum was always drunk and horny on a Friday night. And it was easy to give no fucks and fall all in for one stupid night all for that rush. Calum always woke up in a bed next to a girl he forgot the name of, with a pounding head ache and many memory black outs.

But that wasn't Calum. Not anymore. And even thinking about the way he was, his behaviour, the guy Luke still sees him as, made him feel a sense of guilt as he saw Lacey's smile across his mind.

"I'm all good." Calum said bluntly; like he was asked if he only just wanted another drink. But there was no smile or anything coming from him, which probably is why the girls face faltered with slight disgust. Calum scratched his head in uncomfortableness as the girl stomped off into the crowd, thanking the heavens that this shit was finally over and he could Lace after this shitty boring night.