Suicide Hotline ▶ Calum Hood [complete]

two ☎︎ suicide hotline

calum ruffled through his locker, desperately trying to find his notebooks for the class he was currently late for. science.

mr travis, the science teacher, always caused a scene if someone was to argue back, get something wrong (because 'they should've studied') or because they were late. and calum was not fancying the idea of being yelled at.

after not being able to find them, he slammed his locker shut and slid down the wall. he brought his knees to his chest and cuddled them. he didn't like this feeling. but he was used to it, he experienced it a lot.

to his dismay, a bunch of soccer jerks came hollering down the hallway. he hoped he had stayed invisible, but after he felt the loud clatter of feet stop in a ten metre distance from him, he knew.

"hey, guys, look! it's that suicidal freak." ashton, a vice-captain, laughed.

"oh my gosh! i heard this store has fifty percent off of rope." a masculine voice that calum didn't recognise said from somewhere within the group.

"please stop." calum pleaded in a hushed voice, not wanting any teachers to come and see this little scene. but they wouldn't. it was a public school, who could care less?

"oh boo-hoo you little faggot. go cry to your mommy!" ashton cackled, smirking at calum who now stood with fists of fire. "what are you gonna do? punch me?" he tortured calum.

calum spat on ashton, literally, "yeah, i am."

ashton's face filled with a burning rage as he used diego's shirt (a soccer team player) as a cloth to wipe off the spit.

calum blinked, what had he done? he thought.

"you're gonna get it!" ashton yelled, punching calum square in the face. luckily, calum's nose doesn't bleed.

a whimpering calum was sent to the floor and ashton heard shoe clicks racing down the left wing.

"quick, diego! punch me hard!" ashton hissed directly before receiving a knock to his cheek.

calum stood up quickly before the same masculine voice, a blonde headed boy, chucked a ball in his direction. "think fast, geek!"

calum held a hand up and missed. what the? calum was confused and brought down his hand to his side as it balled up in rage. he was ready to hit someone.

the crowd of soccer geeks were gasping and pointing at calum and before they knew it mrs richardson, the principal, came around the corner.

"oh for fucksakes." calum swore quietly. he was set up.

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after several hours of explaining to mrs richardson about what really happened, calum gave up.

"you're suspended, mr hood. don't even think about coming back for three whole days. skipping class as well? well, young man, your rebellion has come to an end. you're excused." she had said to him, sending him out of the office.

he was now at home, crying of course, and looking at the pistol magnum that was sitting on his wooden desk.

cal had stolen it from his father, that had passed away as a sergeant in the army, and kept it incase he had ever needed it.

he rang the number on his phone again, low-key hoping for winnie to answer.

and she did. "hello, you have winnie on the phone."

"winnie?" calum softly asked. "hey, calum. how ya feeling?" she replied.

he smiled. "great, now."

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how are you guys liking this story so far? remember, this is fanfiction. it might not really happen. ashton is way nicer than this!

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