Reckless || c.t.h.

20 - Somewhere To Be

20 - Somewhere To Be

{Arabella's point of view}

I wasn't going to lie to myself, I was pissed at the fact Calum had got himself suspended. It wasn't because it was over me, or because I wouldn't see him; it was because it showed that the two of us were showing weakness.

This new found weakness and him and I being seen together more would spark rumours, not the good kind either. People would think we're softening. Maybe even that we're easier to overtake or compete with.

All of this because Calum just accepted his punishment. Why would he even do that? I'm sure he must have had some elaborate lie made up; why didn't he use it?

This evening I had ditched the girls; saying I needed to do some stuff at home. It wasn't all a lie, I did need to do certain things at home; those things just included Calum. And, in all honesty, the girls were becoming too predictable for me. They'd talk about Calum's boys, wanting to be with them, however, when I approached, they would instantly pretend to hate them; even when they were undeniably attracted to them. Nate would always be brought up, some way or another and then the topic of conversation would lead to Calum.

He was something I never wanted to discuss, because I didn't want to lie completely about what he or I were doing. I knew if we were asked somehow we would fuck up each other's details and the girls would talk to the boys and we'd get caught. It was inevitable; but Calum and I were holding it off for as long as possible.

I tapped on my black, marble kitchen counter and kicked my legs against the cupboard door. I was easily bored. I was even more impatient.

As I looked around the kitchen, I sighed. The cream walls weren't as homely as they used to be; they didn't have that welcoming feeling. It just made the space seem cold and empty; which it was. The contrast between constant cream and black tops became harsh and robotic. As if nothing was real.

My house was no longer home, it was just somewhere I slept. It felt like one of the fake homes made for bomb testing, abandoned and full of fake characters and furniture. It wasn't right; which was why I spent almost always spent all my one outside of the door walls I called 'home'.

I heard a small tap on the window and as I turned, I was greeted by a smiling face.

I signalled for him to come in the front and his cocky smile disappeared behind my empty walls.

"Why did you have to tap the window first?" I questioned him. "I told you it would be fine." He shrugged.

"I didn't know if your parents would be in or not," he replied; I had to physically hold back my flinch.

"My parents aren't ever in, so you don't have to worry about that. What took you so long anyway?" I continued my questioning, purposely changing the subject so he wouldn't ask questions. We weren't here for questions; neither of us were.

"I'm like 5 minutes late, it's no big deal." I saw him roll his eyes at his own lack of punctuality.

"It's still late, is it not?"

"Why do you even care?"

"You answered a question with a question! Why would you do that?" I whined. I honestly hated when people did it, it left no clarity and completely leaves your subject matter behind.

"You answered a question, which answered a question, with a question. Why would you do that?" He asked. I watched as one of his large eyebrows tugged up his forehead. He was waiting for a reply which I was not willing to give; this conversation wasn't going anywhere fast.

"Whatever Hood. Don't be late again. We have somewhere to be."

"Well we better get going then, shouldn't we? Wouldn't want to be any later than 5 whole minutes. We might get shot if we make it 5 minutes and 20 seconds." Sarcasm was like his second language and it irritated me; a lot. I felt the back of my hand hit his chest with reasonable force as he caught his breath.

"Shut it! Stop being the smart ass here; that job has already been taken. Now we can't hang around and you know that; or has all of your knowledge escaped your brain so it can make room for your shitty responses?" There was a pause between us as he failed to find one of the responses I had just mentioned. " Don't stand there with your mouth open. Somewhere to be remember. Let's go."

A/N: sorry this took so long we're both on holiday so it's difficult! I know it's short but let me know what you think is happening between these two!

-Hollie