17 - Beg More

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17 - Beg More

{Calum's point of view}

It has been a few days since Nate spat his comment at Arabella. I didn't know the story behind it, and I didn't want to. I just wanted to know why he said it, it pissed me off, and I won't hide that.

I took a plain black t-shirt from a hanger and a checked shirt that faded from black at the top, to red from past the shoulder and downwards. Taking a pair of black skinny jeans, I pulled them on over my taco boxers and pulled my t-shirt on. I threw my shirt on and checked myself out in the mirror. Damn, I look good, I thought to myself. Soaking my clothes and skin in aftershave, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth; making sure my breath is minty. I collected my phone from my bed that was messy, like usual and ran down the stairs.

"Where you off too, Son?" My Dad questioned me; I looked at him confused as I slipped on my all black Vans. I stood up straight and looked at him.

"And because you would give two shits." I opened the door and stormed out, my dad tried shouting after me but, I had already started walking down the road. The sky was a deep indigo colour with tinges of pinks and violets near the moon. As I approached Luke's house, blue and red plastic cups scattered around, glass bottles glinting in the moon light. People were already off their heads and groping each other. I walked up the porch and into the house. Sweat and alcohol flew up my nose as I pushed my way into the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of the cheap beer that Luke bought.

"Hey." A soft female voice welcomed me; I looked down at her and noticed who she is straight away.

"Arabella, it's nice seeing you here." I took more sips of the cheap beer I had just picked up, its liquid intoxicating me and burning my throat on the way down. Arabella hunched herself up on the kitchen counter and took a quick sip of the clear liquid in her cup. "You staying sober tonight, or?" She shook her head in response and pointed to, what I guessed was, vodka and lemonade, I nodded.

"I haven't heard from Nate." Shrugging her small shoulders, I smirked and came closer to her.

"It better stay that way." My voice low and husky, she chewed her lip; a thing she does when she is nervous. I picked up on the act very quickly.

"Yeah?" Arabella cocked her head to the side as she whispered it seductively in my ear. I didn't bother to question it, knowing this is the way she acts when drunk.

"Yeah." There was a pause. "Eager to get laid tonight, aren't we?" I questioned her; she shook her head, no. Drinking the rest of her cup, she placed it down on the counter and looked at me.

"Nope, actually I am going to dance, so if you will excuse me." I moved out of her way as she stumbled over to the makeshift dance floor. I stared at her arse that was tight against her outfit. She put on a tight dress that was tartan at the top and then leather at the bottom. It stopped above mid-thigh and cut low at the top.

I walked over to the guys, finding them smoking and taking some kind of drugs, I jumped on the sofa and waved to the guys.

"Hey, man!" Luke yelled over the loud music that played from speakers around the house. He took a few drags of the thin cigarette he had obviously rolled, as Michael and Ashton ate the faces off girls that had showed up. I looked at the stash of drugs that were hidden in a box. Taking out the ecstasy pills, I popped one into my mouth and swallowed it. Feeling the affects almost immediately.

Luke handed me a cigarette and I lit it with his lighter, inhaling the toxins and breathing out the grey smoke. The cigarette burnt away as I became more and more fuzzy. I stubbed it out on the coffee table placed in front of us, not caring about the wood. My phone buzzed against my thigh and I read the text from Arabella.

Calum, I need you to make my night fun

I replied instantly, the drug starting to work its way into my system.

Give me a reason, baby ;)

Because I am worth The Chase? ;)

Hmmm... Maybe

Please, you make it fun, everyone is boring the shit out of me.

I loved how she begged for my attention, I loved that she craved me, but she can't know that. No one can know.

Beg more ;)

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