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Chapter 16// Confession

Okay so I was writing Chapter 15, right, and then I realized it's literally double the length of a chapter I usually write, so I divided it in two. So basically you get a double update! Yay!!

It's literally continued from the last chapter, so don't be confused.

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Ashton's POV:

[2 hours earlier]

"Did you tell her?" Calum asks nervously.

"Yeah," I reply.

Our eyes meet for a short second, exchanging a look of understanding. Because now, I understand why Calum had came up with this little plot of ours. Because Azalea never belonged to Michael. Calum belonged to Michael. And he couldn't just watch Azalea hung up on Michael forever. One, he hated watching his best friend pine over his lover. Two, he wanted to save Azalea from Michael. And he did. He destroyed her relationship with the asshole sitting across from me, who's chugging down another beer.

Michael slams the can down and glares at the two of us. He's upset. He's angry, his breaths coming in short gasps. He hasn't said a single word since we'd met up in his basement. His eyes are bloodshot, and he definitely does not look healthy with the grey tone his face has taken on these days. Just proves how much Michael destroys himself day after day. It's the alcohol, I presume. It's repulsive to me.

Suddenly, someone opens the door of the basement, the sound of heels clacking as Michael's mom makes her way down the stairs.

"Mom, get the fuck out of here!" Michael shouts, a cold gleam in his eyes as he jolts up from the couch and drags his mother out of the basement. He closes the door behind him.

It doesn't do anything to muffle the noise they're making.

Michael curses at her, and she yells back equally horrible things, insults, accusations on why she heard more than one voice in her basement.

"Who are they?!" She screeches. "Are they gay too? Is that Calum?!"

"For fucks sake, they're not here to do shit!" Michael screams back. There are some muffled voices then, as they argue back and forth. finally, I can hear Michael hiss; "Leave me alone," and the door flies open again. He appears by the door. He wipes at the corner of his eye, and sits back down again, like nothing had just happened.

What Azalea had told me about him makes sense now. Michael doesn't exactly have the best relationship with his parents. He has no one, really. Not at home, or at school.

"I'm not going to break up with you. Stop making that face at me," he says, strangely calmly, at Calum, who seems to let out a long breath when Michael isn't immediately throwing things.

But he's wrong.

The silence doesn't continue for too long.

"Why the fuck did you tell them?!" Michael shouts, standing up abruptly. "Why?!" He barks, now shooting daggers at an unexpecting Calum.

"I knew what you wanted to do with me tonight. So I told Ashton to bring Azalea," Calum replies, his lips set in a firm line.

"Why?!" Michael demands angrily.

"Because I had to!" Calum exclaims, his voice getting louder. "This game was going on for too long. She's my friend, Michael. I can't just watch her be fooled, be seduced by you just because you're afraid to face the fact that you're gay!" He shoots up from the couch as well, his face crumpling. "You've kept us a secret for so long. And you never bothered how it affected anyone else."