Double Or Nothing // C.T.H

3 ~ Calum

"Calum." Someone shakes my shoulder, disturbing my peaceful slumber.

I groan, covering my face with my pillow. " Calum, get up and get ready for school before I kick your ass." Mali warns.

I roll over to look at her. "You wouldn't."

She raises and eyebrow, giving me a look that told me she wasn't playing around.

"Ugh fine, I'm up." I huff, rubbing my eyes. She gives me a smile. "Well, I'm off to work, see you later." She gives me a kiss on the cheek. (Which I rubbed off once she turned away) and left my room.

I pry myself from my bed and get dressed. Black skinnies, a black long sleeve and my sleeveless jean jacket. (A/N - picture attached, I love that outfit on him, not gonna lie) and my black vans.

I walk across the hall and tug on the bathroom, only to see that it's locked.

"Thomas, I need to finish getting ready!" I knock on the door. The door swings open to a disheveled Thomas.

His hair was all over the place, glasses bent to where they sat lopsided on his nose. His button down, only half buttoned and his shirt untucked.

I snort. "What the hell happened to you?" I lean against the door frame.

He huffs, shaking his head. " It's nothing, not that you would understand." He buttons up the rest of his shirt.

"What? Is little Thomas crying because he didn't make a 100?."

He sucks in a deep breath. "You know what Calum, go fuck your self." He pushes past me, my back digging into the wooden frame.

Surprised that he actually cussed, I watch him storm down stairs, grabbing his bag and slamming the front door.

Who pissed in his corn flakes?

I sigh, shaking off the thought, I have better things to worry about.

I fix up my hair and brush my teeth before going down stairs.

"Have a good day at school, son." My father says, more like warns.

I grab an apple, rolling my eyes as I bite into it. Slinging my book bag over my shoulder, I walk out the door.

Going to school my ass.

I look around to make sure my parents can't see me before I swiftly cut between our house and the neighbors and into the woods.

Who in there right mind actually enjoys school? Sometimes, I think Thomas does all that smart bullshit just to one up me.

I sigh, throwing the apple core over my shoulder. Listening to the steady rhythm of my shoes crunching the dead leaves, I start to see Michael's neighborhood through the trees.

Once I get out of the woods, I jog around the back of this house to the front, making sure his mom wasn't home.

I let out a breath of relief noticing her car was gone. I ring the door bell repeatedly until the door swung open.

"Who gave you the right to wake me up in such a way?" Michael glares at me, holding up his hand to block his eyes from the sun.

"And where's my pizza?".

"I didn't brin-"

That little shit just slammed the door in my face.