✔ Run Baby Run ✖ punk hood au

xxxi - nightmare

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My last term at Mesa Vale was coming to a close. There was only a few more weeks till term ended and once school was over, it meant Christmas, New Years, and then I was back home in America. I've been in Sydney for six months, and I was really missing home. I missed my family, my friends, and my old teachers. The more I thought about my old life back home in San Diego, did my stomach hurt from being homesick. But then I would look across the table to see the dark haired boy I fell for, and immediately my stomach would churn in fear of losing him.

Calum sat bent over, his eyes concentrated on his work. In preparation for the end of the term, meant prepping for our final project. I was surprised to see him so engrossed in our school work, but it made me smile. He knew how important my grades were, and for Calum to pull his weight meant a lot to me. But in midst of his pen scratching across the paper, there was something off about my tattooed boyfriend my mind kept wondering about.

"Are you gonna stare at me all day Princess, or actually do some work?" Calum teased, lifting his gaze from his paper to me.

I blushed, "I was just admiring your work ethic, that's all."

"I can get shit done," Calum snapped suddenly.

"I-I know," I blinked my eyes, surprised by the mood swing, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

The two of us stayed silent for a moment, Calum going back to his school work. I could see a different boy sitting in front of me and I was worried. Dark bags embellished beneath his eyes, his hair was awry, and stress seemed to eat up everything that made him light. Maybe I was over thinking things? Maybe he was just tired, but I had a gut feeling in my stomach that something dark was lingering in Calum's mind.

"Is there something going on?" I asked, deciding to risk another mood swing in exchange for figuring out the reason behind Calum's behavior.

He looked up, "yea, you're being less studious today," he chuckled, "come on baby, get some work done."

"Seriously," I sighed, gazing at Calum with a somber expression, "you've been moody this entire week."

"I can't have an off day?" He responded, annoyance in his tone.

"I feel like something is bothering you, and I wish you'd tell me so I could help you," I expressed, "did I do something to upset you?"

"The only thing that's upsetting me is your pestering," Calum scowled. "There's nothing wrong with me. I just wanna get this shit done."

"I'm sorry," I shrugged, "but I don't believe you."

And that's what instigated it all. Calum was beyond angry and irritated with me. He slammed his book shut, the papers in between the pages crumpling as he did so. He backed his chair up, the metal legs screeching loudly across the linoleum floors and prompting the entire class to look at the classroom fiasco.

"Mr. Hood, care to share why you've decided to create a scene?" Our teacher marched over to Calum from the other end of the class, her arms folded over and her face glazed with curiosity.

"It's none of your business," Calum snarled. "And if you try to stop me from leaving this room, then you'll get more than just a scene... you'll get a whole production."

Then just like that, Calum snatched his backpack off of the floor, slung it around one shoulder and stomped out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him. The entire class sat in complete silence after the theatrical rampage - even our teacher stood shocked, momentarily losing her ability to move or to speak.