When I get back to the table thankfully Veronica is gone, Plus Luke is sitting there with my hamburger.
"You missed it." I say shaking my head, sitting down.
"What'd I miss?" He says mouth full.
"I was sitting there with Jayme telling her about my harassment issue and she was just consoling me and Veronica comes up acting crazy."
"Really? What did Veronica do?"
"She was just insulting Jayme acting like she walked up on us fucking on the table."
The thought comes to my mind, but I quickly push it away.
"Wow. I'm telling you is a fucking physco."
"I don't know what to do."
"Break up with that Bitch." Luke says.
"No something must be going on with her for her to be acting that way. I will at least try to talk to her first."
"Whatever you say."
"Where is Mikayla?"
"She went home. She uh wasn't feeling good."
"Oh man that sucks. Can I still come over?"
"Uh I think so. Ill ask to make sure."
"Calum, come here!" Coach yells across the field.
I run over "Yes coach?"
"What's wrong with you today boy?"
"Sorry coach just uhh girl trouble." I half lie.
It is true that I am having girl trouble, But I'd never let that effect my teams success. The whole note thing on the hand is effecting my life. I feel like I can't even breathe the same, like it always catches in my throat when I think about it. Or how I'm always on edge. It is no doubt stressful.
"Well leave those problems outside of practice. Come on Hood you know better."
"Yes sir coach, I'm sorry."
"Okay come on boys lets wrap up." Coach yells.
We do our laps then head to the locker room like usual. I set my stuff in my locker next to Luke's.
"So am I coming over or what?" I ask Luke.
"No Calum, I'm feeling sick." Luke says a little harshly.
"Is everything okay?"
"Jesus fuck Calum I'm fine!" Luke yells and slams his locker.
Everyone looks our way as Luke walks out. I just shrug at them and They turn back to whatever they were doing. I just stand there shocked. What's up his ass today? Like geez. My phone goes off in my bag, I'll check it later. It's most likely just Luke apologizing. I get dressed and grab my gym bag. Heading to my truck I pull my phone out, And check my messages. I don't have the number saved.
Check your locker.
Well I was just at my football locker so it must mean my other one. I throw my bag in my passenger seat and drive to the front of the school. I get out and lock it, jogging to the front doors. Hoping that they are unlocked I jiggle the first one, Locked.
"Shit" I mumble under my breath.
I try the next one and thankfully I open it. Veronica is probably just trying to get back at me. Two flights of stairs later and I'm finally in front of my locker. I'm hesitant in opening it, because I'm not sure what to expect. I take a deep breath and open it slowly. When I open it I don't see anything.
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I Didn't Do It
FanfictionCan you imagine angry Calum in a jumpsuit and sweaty Calum playing football? Bc I can and its pretty spicy. Calum is on trial for a crime he didn't commit, But how did he get there? Mature content❗️ Such as drugs, alcohol, sex, jail and all the fu...