Run // Calum Hood - On hold

Came back for lesson number two?

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Last nights events never left my mind while I had been tossing and turning in my bed until my alarm warned me that I should get ready.

Even now while standing in front of my closet trying to decide what I wanted to wear I could not stop thinking about how I denied Luke and how he seemed so incredibly hurt.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror, I looked at my lips. He kissed me, Calum Hood had voluntarily kissed me and every time I thought about it I felt the heat rise to my cheeks again.

It was just a simple kiss, bloody hell it was a kiss you give your grandma or your mum. Maybe I was thinking too much of it. I mean, it is Calum Hood. He's just playing me, the guy is no good for me.

Luke is.

Luke is sweet, caring, and a bit of an idiot but I like that about him. But most of all, he liked me. He made me feel wanted, beautiful, whenever we're in the same room it just feels like we're the only two people there.

Calum just makes me feel insecure, unwanted, not good enough. He makes me feel like I'm a game. I don't want to be a game, I want to be the only one. Not one of many.

I don't need him to teach me anything, what I need is to tell Luke how I really feel. To tell him I'm sorry and to be completely honest with him.

I picked out my ripped black skinny jeans with a simple white t-shirt. I let my curls hang loose on my back and put on my black boots and dark green jacket.

I picked up my school bag and left my dorm to make my way to Luke's frat house.

The way to the frat house was quite short, yet very cold. I forgot my beanie, scarf and gloves. And I was regretting is more and more every second.

When I reached the house I ran up the steps to knock on the big wooden door which was opened by a very grumpy Michael Clifford.

'Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that you're the first person I see when I wake up but what the hell are you doing here? I was planning on laying in bed for another 40 minutes, Rosey Rose.' He said grumpily while stepping back to let me in and close the door.

'But Michael, our first class starts in 50?' I told him, my head tilted to the side with a questioning look.

'Exactly.' He looked at me with an expression as if I was an absolute idiot.

'Now if you will excuse me I'm going back to bed. Unless you want to join me of course? I could use a cuddle buddy. Luke didn't want to cuddle with me last night, the bastard.' Giving me a suggestive look.

'Uhm no thanks Michael, I'm good. I'll just find my way around.' Wondering why he didn't even care why I was here.

He turned around to his room while mumbling something about how he was the best cuddler ever and that it was my lose.

It was still dark in the frat house, no one seemed to be awake. How the hell do guys do that? Wake up 5 minutes before first period starts and still make it on time. To me, that was a miracle.

Slowly wandering up the stairs I scrunched my nose at the smell. It was a mixture of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat.

The frat house had 4 levels. the first one has the kitchen, main living room, and two rooms. Which one of the two apparently belonged to Michael.