Flower Crown: Cake

20: Kiss or Kill *Calum*

don't kill me please

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*Calum*

Did he leave? It was probably because of me. I'm just an stupid little bitch. Luke probably hates me. God, I'm do stupid. Why would Luke ever like me?

He must have seen my ugly face, that's why he left school. I can't believe it. I'm so ugly I made him leave. Fuck it.

I stood up out of my seat in my Math class and walked towards the door, I stopped when I hear the teacher voice. "Mr. Hood, where do you think your going?" I looked over at her for a second. "Home." I replied before exiting the classroom, despite her telling me to stay.

I just want to go home.

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"L-Lukey I'm s-so sorry." I cried as stood by my mirror in my bathroom. "I'm so p-pathetic." I let out a horse chuckle to myself. "I don't know how to make anyone stay." I move my right hand so it's on the sink. I clenched my other hand to form a fist. I chuckled sourly once again. I stared at my self in the mirror. "Moms never here because she loves work me than you." I say to myself.

"And dad left when he found out that you are gay." I sighed before more tears ran down my face. "Plus your sister ran away from you for her druggie boyfriend." By now I had tears streaming down my face. "And Lukey, my love, you were so stupid and to ugly and too clingy! You lost the one thing you've always wanted! You idiot!"

Anger and sadness and a load of other emotions went through the me. I could not longer look myself in the eyes. The tears streaming from my eyes were making it hard to see. "You idiot!" I yelled again at myself before my fist flew into the mirror. It shattered.

I groaned in pain as I felt the glass in my hand. I walked backwards and hit the wall. I slid down it so I was siting down. The pain shot through my hand, and my tears blurred the room. "Lukey," I whispered.

I watched my dark blood drip down my hand and arms as I slowly began to lose  consciousness.

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I slowly opened my eyes a felt a soft plush area around me. I quickly looked around and realized, I was in my bed. Oh my god. Was it all a dream? A nightmare? I hope it was. I start to stand but I feel a sharp pain go through my hand. Fuck. It actually happened.

Wait. Why is hand covered in bandages? I looked at my arm confusedly. How did I get in my bed? When did I get bandages? Am I dead? How am I not dead? Did someone help me? My head starting making tons of little questions up. I was trying to think of answers for them, until I heard the door open.

"Cal-Calum! Your aw-awake!" The man at the door said. I gasped at the face I saw I front of me. How? "Luke?" My voice was raspy, and he just gave me a small smile. "Hi Cally." He whispered before coming over to me and hugging me tight. "Fuck, Cal. I thought you were dead. I-I thought you were gone. I was so scared."

I feel his hot tears fall onto my neck as he holds me tight. But I don't hold him back. "What are you doing here Luke?" He slowly pulled away, wiping his tears. "I-I came to- um- uh- to tell you something." I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" He opened his mouth, but closed it. As if he was at a loss for words.

Somehow his silence just flipped a switch in me. "Tell me what, Luke? That you hate me? That you don't want to be with an ugly person? What? Why the hell are you in my house?!" I yelled at him, making him jump.

"Calum, I came because... I wanted to apologize." I let out an obnoxious laugh. "For what? Breaking my heart? Well to late asshole." He frowns and says "No, I want to be your boyfriend." I scoff standing up off my bed. "Then why didn't you say yes when I asked you?" He darted his blue eyes away from mine.

"Because I was scared." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Of what? Me?" He shook his head. And brought his eyes back up to mine. "Of people judging us, of being bullied I guess. I don't want that." He paused, taking a deep breath. "And I saw the scars on your wrist when I was attending to your hand. You never told me that you cut." My eyes widened, "I don't. I only did like twice when I was younger, so fuck off."

He rolled his eyes at me "Cal I'm just trying to look out for you." I sigh at his words. "No your not! Your just being an ass!" I yelled. I began to stomp out of the room when he grabbed my hand making me flinch. "Don't touch me." I said to him.

Luke let go, and stood up. But then he shoved me into the wall. He smirked at me, "Not so shy now am I?" I scoffed, "your now your a cocky bastard. Such an improvement." I said sarcastically. "Calum, just let me be your boyfriend!" He said slightly annoyed sounding. "Why would I want you as a boyfriend? I hate you." I saw hurt flash in his eyes, and I instantly regretted saying that. He let me go off the wall and quickly grabbed his bag of the floor, and started rummaging through it.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him confusedly. I was frowning, still regretting what I had said a few seconds ago. He quickly grabbed something and held it out to me. It was the white flower crown that I had taped to his locker. "Luke." I whispered out. His eyes began to water, "E-Even if you h-hate me, please have this. B-Because one day your going to realize, t-that I s-should be your boyfriend. And I want you to wear this that day." I slowly took it from his hands.

He stood up and walked out of my door. Leaving me dumbfounded and crying. I just let the low of my fucking life walk out if the door. And I didn't even try to stop him.

But I do know my next move.

I glance down at the white flower crown in my hand and smirk.

I'm gonna were a fucking flower crown.

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Tears. That's the only way I can describe this chapter.