Drive//L.H.

~8~

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Calum's been blowing me off and not returning my messages all night. I have no idea why, but it's getting on my nerves. I push myself off the warm sheets and turn on some music. I lean back against my white headboard and look around my room. I'm very proud of it, considering I did it all myself. My walls are a light purple, but you can barely tell by all the pictures I have on my wall. My heart weighs heavy in my chest when I see the bare spot on my wall where all my pictures of Luke and I used to be. I sing along softly to the song playing and walk around my room. I see all these photos and it reminds me of the life I lived before. The life I had before it went to shit. The life I had before I met him. That life feels like a whole other world when really it's only been a few years. I'm pulled from my thoughts by a small tapping sound. "Great now I'm hearing things." I mumble. I hear it again and look around wondering what it could be. It happens once more and I see it hit the window. I begin to get a little frightened as I look out the window.I breathe out a sigh of relief when I see who it is. "Dammit Cal you about gave me a heart attack. Get in here. Why didn't you return my texts?" I say trying to voice all my thoughts at once.

He takes a seat on my bed and refuses to make eye contact. "Your shoes must be pretty interesting." I try to joke but he just shrugs. "Cal what's going on? Is everything okay?" I ask standing directly in front of him. "Look at me."

He shakes his head causing me to frown. He hasn't said anything which is starting to worry me. Usually he never shuts up and now he won't even say a few words. I get impatient and force him to look up at me. He winces and I don't understand why. I move my hand away from his face and gasp. "Oh my god what happened to your face?!"

"I fell" He mumbles directing his eyes to the wall behind me.

"Calum Hood you've always been a shit liar, now tell me what happened. Who did this to you?" He mumbles something I can't make out. "You have to speak up."

"It doesn't matter."

"Like hell it does. Someone hurt my best friend, now tell me who."

He sighs, "fine but you can't get mad."

"Why would I be mad?" I ask confused.

"Because it was Luke." He whispers.

"I'm going to murder that asshole. Who does he think he is? I'm gonna punch him one of these days. Did you at least fight back?" I rant.

He shakes his head. "We both know I'm not strong enough to fight him."

I laugh slightly. "Cal have you seen your biceps? They're amazing and you could totally take him."

He blushes slightly which has me confused. He never blushes when I compliment him so I don't understand why this time is different. I sit next to him on the bed. "Stay here tonight. Like we used to back in freshman year." I whisper.

"What about your mom?"

"Cal we both know she doesn't care." He sighs and nods.

The brightly colored christmas lights strung about the room dimly lights the room, giving Calum's a nice glow. "Are you sure we won't get in trouble?" He asks timidly. I shake my head.

"Mom won't be home until late so we have time. Why did he punch you?"

He shrugs. "He keeps calling you his girlfriend and it made me mad." I'm really confused. I understand what Luke did was unforgivable which is why I don't speak to him, but I don't know what that has to do with him.

"Why are you mad?"

"Because! He treats everyone like shit and thinks he can get away with it. What he did to you makes me sick and he still refuses to believe he has any reason to apologize. He wasn't drunk Camari. He doesn't drink."

His words make my eyes water. "I think you should leave."

"Camari I-"

"Go! I don't want to hear you say all these lies about him. If you're gonna bring it up there's the door. Now leave." I say opening my door. He gives a deep sigh as he pushes himself off my bed and opens his mouth to try and say something but I cut him off. "Don't. Just go."

I close my white door and lean against it. I slide down the door until my butt hits the floor. I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I don't understand why everyone wants to constantly bring it up when all I want to do is forget it ever happened. I feel a drop of water on my hand and realize I'm crying. I groan and wipe my eyes. I haven't cried in a long time and I'm not gonna start now. I pull myself together and stand up. I turn my music off and change into some soft pajama shorts that have tiny penguins on them and a light blue tank top. I take the hair tie out of my hair and it falls effortlessly to my shoulders. I shake it out so it doesn't look so messy, not that it matters since I'm going to bed. I go into my attached bathroom and wipe off all my makeup before brushing my teeth. Once I finish I pull back my covers and climb into bed. I turn off the christmas lights and fall asleep.