Reckless || c.t.h.

8 - It Isn't Over

8 - It Isn't Over

{arabella's point of view}

I heard Calum walking out and I could tell he'd gotten away with it; just like he always does. See the thing is, Calum and I share a piece of secret knowledge. It is always a rumour but only the leaders of groups know the truth, it's passed down; like a lucky charm or a head girls badge.

We both knew the head teacher liked to have affairs. It was useful knowledge but we had to keep it quiet to the rest of, well everyone. Not even the girls knew. It was why we weren't bothered by doing stuff that normal people wouldn't dream of.

I was sat on the stairs. I didn't want to go home with the girls; I knew all they would talk about was how much Calum was a dick and the other boys weren't. I knew it was Calum's idea and, yes, I hated him for it, but I can't deny it was a good prank and I would've done the same thing. I was still angry but when I heard him practically skipping out I laughed at how easy the head was.

"Not gone yet?" I asked. As if I needed to ask. I didn't need to turn around to know he was smirking. I flicked the build up of ash off my cigarette.

"I'm going to miss you too," he said back. As if he was going anywhere. He and I both knew that was never going to happen. He'd - depending on the seriousness of the situation - either pull the, my parents don't give a shit card, or he'd pull the affair card.

I heard him blow smoke in my direction, some flooding into my nose. I flipped him off and I couldn't help but feel the corners of my mouth tug into a smile. Him and I were practically invincible at this school. I was the only one who could hurt him and he was the only one that could hurt me. But I'd literally hurt him.

"I guess I bruised your face pretty well, thanks to the hell from my girls," I said as I looked up at the red mark that was slowly fading to a deep purple. It was the only imperfection there.

"I love it rough," he replied. I visibly cringed at how awkward and awful he is at chatting up girls. I really didn't see how he got laid, ever. He screwed girls like it was his job.

"You're a dick." I sighed as my cigarette was no longer alight. I crashed it to the floor and twisted it, making sure that it was no longer lit at all. The ash sprayed out from underneath the brown end.

"Do you need a dictionary for better words, love?" I wanted to bruise him some more for calling me that. "Or do you call me dick because you want it that bad?" Of course he brought the subject back to his penis. Sometimes I wondered if it truly was magic, because girls just seemed to fall in love with him left, right and centre. I loathed him.

I stood up, my face becoming closer to his.

"I would never want your dick," I spat. "I've already eaten thanks." I grinned and pushed him against the wall, just like he had done to me, earlier on in the day.

"Frisky aren't we?" He teased. I let his arms flop and began to walk off. As I arrived at my car I heard his footsteps once more, laughter joining the sound.

"Calum just leave me alone," I sigh. I'd had enough of the cocky boy for one day, or a lifetime.

"Not until you admit you want me." I almost laughed at his pathetic attempt to get into my pants.

"Even if you were the last human left on this earth, I wouldn't. I'd rather fuck an ape. Seriously, since when did you want to get in my pants anyway?" I asked him.

"Since I saw them on show today." He winked and I went red with anger, remembering the awful situation he had put me in today.

"Whatever pathetic point you're trying to make, you're not going to make it. There is no way me, or you, would ever like each other. You're my competition. That's all. So, if you're quite done with embarrassing yourself, I'd like to go home." I went to turn and get into my white convertible Porsche but he stopped me.

"This isn't over Bella, I will win," he whispered, his voice husky and deep, sending vibrations throughout my body, not just my ear. I shook the feeling off.

"You'll never win, stop pretending to believe you will. You never have. It's over Calum. You can't get me and you definitely can't get my girls. Now go tend to your face, or do you want me to bruise your balls as well?" I threatened. He knew it wasn't an empty threat and stepped away, allowing me enough space to get into my car.

As I sped past the filth that called himself Calum, I saw him mouth three words.

"It isn't over."