Little anxiety

Chapter 27 - He's my cleaner

At the top is the dress Shay wore to the date.

Shay's POV

Did he just say he was worried about me? For some reason I was really emotional, like really emotional. I had stormed up stairs and started writing my feelings down on paper, writing a song a  usually helped me decipher what emotion I was feeling. Other wise I was clueless to what I was felling, it was sad and I needed help. 

Calum had let go of my shirt and stalked to the other side of my room. What should I do now, I was meant to be pissed at him but I just really wanted to hug him.  NO Shay you must be strong, you are an independent women who doesn't need a man, be strong. After my small pep-talk to myself I was ready to continue in life and continue being a bitch.

"what do you think I should wear for my date?" I asked getting off the bed and striding towards the wardrobe, making sure to swing my hips a tad more than usual.

"What?" Calum asked a little to loudly, Ha he was pissed already.

"My date tonight he should be here soon" I said looking through my clothes. Calum looked pissed but seemed to be containing himself pretty well. Huh he's doing good so far but wait until he sees what I plan on wearing. Grabbing out my off the shoulder black dress and my pair of heel combat boots, I waltzed into the bathroom. Waiting a few moments until I opened the door slightly poking my head out the crack.

"Calum could you go into my top draw and grab me my black lace undergarments?" I asked sweetly. Calum turned around to face me his eyes widening at my towel covered body. He nodded quickly turning around, opening my top draw. His eyes widened even further and he sucked in a breath, whilst I tried to contain my giggle. You would think a world wide rock star would't be phased by some bras and undies but hey you never know. 

He sorted through them looking for the black pair I knew was at the bottom. He soon turned around holding my strapless, lacy black bra and my matching undies. Both were very sexy and I had bought them a long time ago when I wasn't exactly single. Calum walked cautiously to the bathroom door his eyes still wide in horror. Ha take that fuck boy, your your the one getting fucked with now.

Calum's POV

That bitch, she knew what she was doing to me and she loves it. But over all is she was going on a date with some one else, well it's not like are dating or ever have been on a date. But fuck she should know better than to go out with some one else, especially when she's mine.

"Oh, your still here" Shay dead panned as she came out of the bathroom fully dressed and her face lightly coated in make up.

"Yeah, problem?" I asked even more pissed off that she expected me to leave. Was it weird that I was still here, I had never been in this kinda situation. 

"Umm, yeah there's a problem, your still here: She said in a duh tone. Fuck I was meant to leave. A knock coming from down stairs broke our uncomfortable silence and she rushed out of the room grabbing her purse and phone. I beat her to the door opening it once I got there, this earnt me a cold glare and the finger.

"Hi" Shay said flirtatiously, giving the guy at the door a sickly sweet smile. Ugh, I'm going to puke and then beat the shit out of this guy.

"Hey" he said returning her smile "who's this?" He asked nodding towards me. I'm the guy that's going to beat the shit out of you, but I wont because then Shay will only hate me more.

"Oh him, he's my cleaner and he was just leaving" she stated before pushing me out the door and joining arms with the jerk wad. Cleaner fucking cleaner! She said I was her fucking cleaner! Oh I am so going to kill him and then her!

I was left on the front porch as she shouted goodbye to her friends making sure to wink at Ashton. She's a fucking whore, winking at other guys whilst linked to another arms and having another one (me) go through her panties draws.