Cliché (c.h)

14.

Calum sat on the edge of his bed and watched as Kalie shimmied into her distressed jeans before pulling her pastel pink hair into a messy bun. This was their routine.

They'd pretend they were a happy couple, maybe go get dinner or go to the movies or something. Then they would go hang out with the guys for a while before going back to whichever house was closer and they would fuck. They would fuck until every muscle in their bodies went numb. After that, one of them would leave with not much more than a word to the other.

Calum continued to watch Kalie while she gathered her bag from the floor and walk out of his bedroom, the sound of the front door shutting followed soon after. It had been four months since Corinne left.

Calum watched as Kalie slipped out of the front door, heels in hand. The clock flashed 3:00 a.m and Calum dragged a hand over his face before retreating to his room. Taking a look at himself in the mirror it dawned on him how tired he looked. The dark circles around his eyes were a dead giveaway to how he truly felt on the inside.

Cori's name had become the word that no one said out loud. It brought feelings of her back in waves of memories and it felt like he was drowning.

Shuffling away from his reflection, he flung himself onto the bed, pulling out his pre-rolled blunt and a lighter. Before Calum had been an occasional smoker but as the months dragged on, it became an every other day type of activity. It had been 8 months and three days since Corinne left.

Calum walked out of Kalie's apartment with his head hung low. Dawn's light broke through the sky as he climbed into the front seat of his Jeep. The raven haired boy stuck the key in the ignition and went to start the car up but then the overwhelming feeling of sadness crashed into him.

His single tears turned into sobbing, which became bawling, and ended in silent gasps for air with tears streaming down his tan cheeks. The boy was broken and had no one to blame for it, except himself. He missed Cori with every bone in his body. He yearned for her warm embrace, her laugh, actually just her spirit in general.

But he knew he'd never see her again. She blocked his calls before changing her number entirely. Then without so much as a goodbye to any of the boys, she moved out of her apartment and left no clue of where she went. All that was left in the place she once called home was anything of Calum's and the laptop he had purchased her.

Desperate to find any hint as to where she had gone, he checked her internet history only to see that she had booked a flight to California. California is very far from Chicago and not mention, a huge ass state. There was no hope in performing some kind of romance novel miracle where they bump into each other on the street again. There was no hope in going to find her and convince her that he really was the one and that they were meant to be. That was simply implausible and he knew that. It had been a year since Corinne left.
✨✨✨

Hey guys! There is one chapter left in this story. If we're being honest I'm sorry about how awful this chapter was but something is better than nothing, I suppose. Love you all.
-C