14 days

thirteen // day 8

I wake up angry. My entire house smells like vanilla, the way I like it, and the way parents are used to it. Well, not anymore. I use a linen febreeze to freshen up the scent, hoping it'll cover the warmth of the vanilla. Everything that had to do with Calum went into the trash.

He doesn't deserve my love or my care or my heart. He didn't deserve anything. I don't think Calum meant any harm, the way Ashton worded things. He wasn't like that. Then again, people do change. Either way, I don't think Cal is a bad person. He innocently moved on, paining me more than he knew it would. Everything about him may have just been an infatuation.

When I first saw Calum, I was sixteen, and ever since I first saw him, I found myself seeing him in every crowd and every place at every time.

God, I was mad at myself. Because of Calum, I was different. Because of Calum, I threw away my efforts towards school. Because of Calum, I met Ashton. Ashton was annoying at first, and he still is sometimes, but sometimes I think of him as a miracle. He knew things others couldn't even understand.

I'm done throwing everything away and I walk downstairs, grabbing myself some pancakes and heat them up.

I pour syrup on them when they're done microwaving, and take a fork and start eating. It's two minutes past eight.

Just then, Ashton unlocks the front door and walks inside, meeting my eyes for a split second before he takes a seat on the couch. "Hurry up." He says seriously.

God, I hated when he was like this.

"Where are we going?" I ask absentmindedly. Literally all I could concentrate on what happened yesterday and how terribly awful I felt about it.

"Hiking." Ashton mutters, clearly annoyed.

I sigh, staring at Ashton even though he wasn't looking at me. I reached towards my vanilla perfume but stopped, and instead reached for a floral perfume, one I hadn't used in forever. I was almost out of my vanilla perfume, considering I sprayed it on every day, being infatuated with Calum Hood. I grabbed the vanilla bottle and tossed it into the trash can.

"You ready?"

"Ashton, can we at least talk? I don't like you being like this."

Ashton scoffs. "And I don't like you doing what you usually do."

"I'm serious, can't we at least talk this over? Clear things up?"

"Hmm, I think no."

"Really? Fine, then. Ashton, I'm breaking off the contract."

"You can't do that."

"Oh yes, I can. I'll just call my parents and have them email Mr. Brass about it."

"Your parents wouldn't let you break it off. Weren't they enthusiastic about you doing this?"

"Not if I tell them about you. I won't leave a single detail out, trust me."

"I didn't really do anything, so I don't understand."

"I can let know Mr. Brass you broke the rules. And plus, I have your receipt of the flowers you bought me, which I have hidden somewhere in the house." I smile smugly, knowing I won.

"How'd you get the receipt?" Ashton says, worry flashing through his eyes now.

I smile, shrugging. "Be more careful of where you leave things. This is my house after all."

"Don't call your parents."

"Nothing is stopping me." I say, shrugging.

"I'll sit and talk! Jesus."