Babysitter | Calum Hood

10

"Well, a least we know how he feels, right?" I shrugged, turning to Ashton and ripping my gaze away from Calum and Delia. Ashton opens his arms widely, signaling a hug. I shook my head and told him I was okay. Luke awkwardly shifted from one foot to another, completely lost with this whole situation.

"Hey, don't be sad. I don't know how to deal with sad friends yet," Luke mumbled shamefully. I smiled at him timidly and told them I was okay. I didn't really feel anything except for the first wave of disappointment that hit me when I saw them locking lips. All I felt now was a numbness. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not.

Ashton frowned and I grimaced slightly. "Kendall, you don't have to put up a front. I can tell you're upset."

"No I am not. I told you I hated him and I still do," I snapped harshly. I turned on the ball of my feet and stomped away angrily.

Honestly, screw Calum, screw this stupid feeling in my heart that I still can't identify, screw everything. I knew from the start all of his words were just playful flirting. I told myself he didn't like me and I was right. I knew this wouldn't end right from the beginning and yet, I still thought I could have a happy ending. God, this is just a stupid crush. Why does it hurt so much? Why do I feel so broken?

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to: chicken nugget

hey wanna work on our project to get your mind off things?

to: chicken strip

idk ashton I kinda have to watch ryder :/

to: chicken nugget

im coming with you then. I don't want calum near you at all. hes an asshole who played with your feelings. like who tf gets intimate with a girl and then kisses another girl right in their face?

to: chicken strip

for the last time I never liked him

to: chicken nugget

idc im coming with you and we're gonna color our project in and ryder can help I wont wind. ill drive us both there.

I groaned loudly and rolled off my bed, taking my comforter with me. As I walked around my bedroom wrapped in a blanket burrito, I trudged towards my wardrobe to change into some pajama shorts and a random shirt that I think is Ashton's. After slipping on some Adidas slides and swinging my backpack over my shoulder, Ashton texts me that he's outside.

After grumpily walking down the stairs and out the front door, I slide into the passenger seat of Ashton's crappy car. He smiles brightly at me and I glare.

"C'mon Ken, at least laugh a little. It's so weird seeing you grumpy and upset," he pouted. He leaned over the compartment at a stop light and poked my cheek childishly. I slapped his hand away, but he continued to poke at my face.

"Ashton, stop," I whined, burying my face into my hands, trying to hide from Ashton's fingers.

The car started moving again and the sound of his sighing loudly filled the car. "You're lucky I'm driving the car now." I smirk to myself. "But now, I'm gonna tell you corny jokes until you laugh once." My eyes widened as he pondered a joke to tell me.

"I got a good one! Okay, why did the bicycle fall over?" Ashton giggled loudly and my eyes rolled in annoyance.

"I don't know, why?" I grumbled.

"Because it was two tired!" Ashton laughed loudly. He laughed so hard, and I sat there emotionless. "Okay, okay. It's a tough crowd I see. Why don't ghosts have babies?"