Calum Hood // short stories

The Project

Friday-
"All right class, today you will be given a project to complete over the weekend. On the assessment sheet you will see who your partner will be."

You look down at the white sheet that was given to you to see who your partner is. Calum Hood.

Which is known for being able to get any girl he wants to drop her panties then break her heart.

Before you could even talk to the teacher about changing your partner the bell rang. Frustrated, you got up and shoved your chair under the table. You walked out of class to go to your locker to grab your bag to go home.

You were putting in the combination to unlock your locker. As soon as you opened put in the last digit, your locker came flying open and everything fell out. This just added on to your already amazing day you had.

You bent down, gathering up all your belongings. As you picked up the last piece of paper from the ground you began to panic for not being able to find your bag.

"Looking for this?"
You look up with tears in your eyes and saw Calum holding your backpack.

"Thank you." You replied, holding back the tears

"You're my partner for the project in Mr. Grants class, right?" He said handing you your bag.

"Yeah" You replied softly before turning around to face your locker and attempting to sort out what you needed to take home for the project, putting it in your bag, and shoving the rest in your locker.

You zipped your bag up throwing it over your shoulder and slamming your locker shut, then turned to face the brown hair boy.

"Hey umm, I have football practice so here's my number. Text me when I should come over to help work on the project" he said handing you a small piece of paper.

"Okay. Thank you again." You said rolling your eyes towards the piece of paper as you walked down the hall to your bus.

The ride home was quite long. You reached into your pocket pulling out some earphones, then plugging them and pressing shuffle. You didn't really listen to the music that was playing; you were more focused on what to say to Calum.

"What do I say? When should I text him? Will I seem annoying him if I text him now?"
These thoughts kept running through your mind and you didn't understand why you were so hesitant about texting him..

Finally you were home. Pushing all the thoughts of the boy behind and grabbing your bag. As you got off the bus you could hear your parents arguing from outside the front door. You stood there for a while trying to let them calm down before barging in.

Life at home wasn't the best. To all the people at school you pretend to come from a perfect home, with perfect parents, and a perfect life, but in reality it was far from it.

Your parents were hard on you. If you brought home a grade below less than then a perfect score, you were beaten and locked in your room or in a cage like a dog with no food or water for God knows how long. Lots of times you wondered if they even loved you; you became lost and alone. You kept everything bottled up and when pain hit the only way you knew how to get over the emotional pain is by physical pain.

You slowly cracked open the door and shutting it softly behind you before sneaking upstairs to your room. You threw your backpack on the ground and shut your bedroom door behind you before grabbing your phone and the little piece of paper with Calums number on it out of your pocket and then sitting down on the edge of your bed.

Your fingers shook as you began to type
"Hey, is this Calum?" you were scared he wasn't out of practice yet, but you took a leap of faith and pressed send.