Reckless || c.t.h.

21 - Jealous

21 - Jealous

{Calum's point of view}
 

This evening I had ditched the boys; saying my mum and dad decided to take their heads from up their arses and wanted to discuss school with me. It was all a lie, but I did need to do certain things at home; those things just included eating and smoking. And, in all honesty, the boys were becoming too predictable for me. They'd talk about Arabella's girls, wanting to be with them, however, when I approached, they would instantly pretend to hate them; even when they were undeniably attracted to them. They never dared bring Nate up, if they did some way or another and then the topic of conversation would lead to Arabella and me.

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

My phone bleeped in my jean pocket as I ran down the stairs to the fridge to get a pack of Tortilla Chips and a random dip. Yes, I keep the Tortilla Chips in fridge; I don't know why it is just a habit.

Can you come to mine? I'm bored and the girls are fan-girling over your guys and I can't be arsed with that. My address is: 38 Downtown Road.

I grinned as I read the text, she actually asked for me to come and make her time worth living! I walked over to the stairs and grabbed my black Converse; pulling them on and tying the shoelaces. I sent a quick text back:

Yeah, I'll be there in say 10 minutes.

Grabbing my car keys from the hook; I collected my house keys and unlocked the door; stepping outside my phone bleeped again in my pocket. I huffed with stress. I hoped it wasn't the guys wanting me to go on a night out or asking something bizarre.

Don't be late. Don't bring your car either. Don't bother knocking, just come in.

Quickly typing back to the text, sarcasm is always getting the best of me. It is basically my second language in a way. Sometimes I don't mean for it to slip out, but it just does; which can get annoying.

Yes Mother.

I sighed and looked at my right hand, which is gripped tightly over my car keys. Putting them in my pocket, I pulled my hood over my head and walked to Arabella's while eating Tortilla Chips. I'm hungry, ok?

I tapped on the kitchen window, which had cobwebs around the corners. I smiled as the girl turned around; looking scared. Arabella must've been in deep thought. Who knew she had a brain?

Signalling for me to come in the front, my cocky smile disappeared behind the brick walls.

"Why did you have to tap the window first?" She questioned me. "I told you it would be fine." I shrugged, not knowing why I bothered.

"I didn't know if your parents would be in or not," I replied; Arabella looked down as I said this, but I didn't want to find out. She could always spill gossip to me if she wished though.

"My parents aren't ever in, so you don't have to worry about that. What took you so long anyway?" Arabella continued her questioning, I rolled my eyes in annoyance; everyone knows I'm always late. We aren't here for questioning anyway she knows that. I mean, I'm not in a station.

"I'm like 5 minutes late, it's no big deal." I roll my eyes at my own punctuality. In my defence, I don't see the big issue!

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

"Why do you even care?"

"You answered a question with a question! Why would you do that?" She whined. Bella honestly hated when people did it, it left no clarity and completely leaves your subject matter behind and I found it funny when she moaned but, I'm starting to give up. The fight to win the competition is blowing out; I don't know why.