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Chapter 17// Forbidden

DOUBLE UPDATE AGAIN WOOHOO

Okay so basically this is a bonus chapter, just connecting everything together :)) (and it's about Malum of course)

Also, I know I never edit my chapters but this one and Chapter 18 aren't even revised. I just wrote down whatever I planned and didn't get a chance to read it over. Omg so please point out any mistakes and I'll edit it tomorrow.

TIRED; goodbye everyone

Fall Formal [Oct.18]

Calum watched as Michael poured himself another cup of punch. He was here with a girl he didn't care about, and Michael was here with Azalea.

Their eyes met in the sea of teenagers and tacky yellow streamers.

Michael put down his drink and gave Calum the look, the look he knew Calum couldn't resist.

He looked around him, and both of their eyes fell on Azalea. She was off in the corner, grabbing herself some food. She was looking at Ashton, and Ashton was looking at Azalea. It was clear they wanted to snog. Calum just didn't understand why Azalea was so infatuated with Michael. She could have Ashton.

But that's a lie. He did understand why. No one could resist Michael, no matter what he did, Calum found himself forgiving him over and over, and loving him over and over.

Michael shook Calum out of his thoughts when he started weaving his way through the crowd. Calum's breath hitched. Michael looked gorgeous in the black-grey tuxedo. Calum always thought he looked best in suit and tie. He still looked over his shoulder nervously to ensure no one saw him walking towards Calum. But of course, no one would notice. The music was loud, the couples were kissing, the girls were dancing.

"What are you doing?" Calum asked Michael as he reached him and pulled on the boy's hand.

Michael didn't reply.

Instead, he took Calum down the dimly lit hallway. There was caution tape outside of the gymnasium, warning students not to wander out of the dance. But Michael swung his foot over the caution tape and kept walking, pulling Calum along with him.

Then, as if he'd been planning this all along, he opened the small grey door on their right with a makeshift key he made out of paper clips. The door swung open, revealing a janitor's closet full of mops, sweepers and floor varnish. Calum looked at Michael uneasily. He knew what was about to happen. In fact, this was probably one of the oldest tricks in the book.

Michael smiled and pushed Calum into the closet, closing the door when both of them stood inside. Not wasting a single moment, his arms snaked around Calum's waist and slammed him into the shelf lustfully. A few of the boxes rattled, but they didn't fall.

"We can't-" Calum started to say as Michael kept close.

"Why not?" Michael asked, his eyes wandering to the black haired boy's lips, and Calum didn't know what to say.

In a hasty effort, Michael tried to kiss him again, but Calum pushed him away. Michael's eyes burned with rejection.

"Because I'm tired of this. Sneaking around, stealing kisses in janitor's closets, behind the locked door of your bedroom..."

Michael furrowed his brows in anger. "You didn't complain the last time I-"

"I know," Calum blurted. Michael's hands left his waist and he felt empty. He gasped as Michael moved out of his reach.