Teenage Angst (c.h)

Chapter 2

It was pretty much impossible for Calum to get the girl out of his head. Countless games of FIFA with the guys and pizza couldn't distract him.

He could tell she wasn't the bottle blonde, or mysterious brunette, or manic pixie dream girl. She was just a girl. But he could tell that there was something more connected to her.

"Jesus Christ! Really Luke? Really? You're always pulling some last minute move." Michael yells due to his latest defeat. Luke just rolls his eyes. Michael continues his one sided bickering as they go in for another game. Ashton was supposed to be coming over soon. He said something about making an instrument related purchase.

Calum sighed. He wasn't in the mood to play FIFA. He just didn't want to be alone at home anticipating the next week. The beginning of classes. The continuous cycle that is high school. The schedule that never differs. It's depressing really.

He enjoyed the summer where we could could lay on his bed and listen to countless hours of music without a care in the world.

The night continued with FIFA and food until the guys all crashed around his living room.
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The weekend was over and school had started. The boys entered and dispersed to their first period classes. Calum and Michael had calculus and Ashton and Luke decided to meet them at lunch in their usual spot. The halls were filled with nervous freshman while everyone else was just done with everything.

"Welcome students. My name is Ms. Hunter and I will be teaching you AP Calc." the teacher announced in a tone that did anything but evoke excitement.

She began to hand out syllabi, notebooks, and textbooks to everyone. The door of her classroom flew open and the girl Calum had been lulling over entered. He felt the air get thick and tense.

The teacher glanced up without the slightest interest and mumbled something about taking a seat.

He took in her features. Her heart shaped face and freckles that were strategically placed by the gods. Her light brown hair fell into spirals and her skin was beautiful bronze. Her white t-shirt was loose on her and contrasted against her tight ripped black jeans.

She surveyed the room and chose a seat that happened to be right behind Calum. His thoughts changed to how the back of him looked as if she was staring intently at it. He wanted to make sure his hair wasn't sticking up or his shirt was adjusted correctly. Anything to be flawless in the eyes of the beauty behind him.

As the class went on Calum couldn't fight the feeling in the pit of his stomach. The burning sensation that traveled to his face. When the bell rang he let out a sigh of relief he didn't realize he was holding inside. His heart was racing and I guess you could say he realized he was in deep.

The tap on his shoulder sent him reeling.

"Do you think you can show me where room 505 is?" Her voice was angelic with a hint of the stereotypical New Yorker twang. Or at least that's what he thought. Calum watched A Bronx Tales two weeks ago and had been obsessed with the accents ever since. Turning around he fell face to face with her. He didn't even know what her name was.

"Um yeah sure. That's actually my next class." Calum was amazed at how he was able to articulate his words coherently.

"Cool" she replied.
"The name's Abbi by the way." She smirked subconsciously.
"Calum" he said heat rising to his face...again.
Her laugh rang through the air as she witnessed this and she playfully punched his shoulder.

The whole time they walked Calum
Could only thing about one thing.

Abbi
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Yup cool short lil chapter to fill y'all up.