Double Or Nothing // C.T.H

5 ~ Calum

"And if you aren't in school, then you will be on big trouble mister." My mother slides a plate of bacon and eggs my way.

"Okay" I mumble, not daring to argue today. Not with her on his side. Can we talk about something different?

The sound of my father loud snores float down the stairs and makes me relax a bit as I eat. At least his not awake to yell at me.

I toss the plate into the sink and grab the milk carton, from the fridge taking a few gulps before setting back.

"Calum!" My mom glares at me.

"Sorry" I laugh, wiping the milk off my lips. She just shakes her head, a small smile of amusement on her face.

" Get a move on, before you're late." She shoos me out the door with a wave of her hand.
I can already feel the boredom that's about to overtake me, and I just left.

But I find myself staring at one house in particular as I pass it.

Her house. That mysterious girl who moves in a way that makes me forget, for just a moment.

The once White House was fading to a ugly yellow- greenish color. Paint was chipping and the Windows dirty, but all it needed was a little touch up and it'd look good as new.

The vibration from my phone reminds me to keep walking, breaking my curious stare at the house.

Mike ~ you coming to my house this morning? I have Fifa.

Me~ sorry, I have to go to school :/

Mike ~ who are you and what the hell have you done to Calum?

Me ~ Ha ha very funny :(

Mike ~ since when do you give a flying fuck about school?

Me ~ since my parents blew up at me, not everyone's mom lets them drop out, Michael.

Mike ~ hmm. I'll let it slide this time. But don't think you can just below me off for school.

Mike ~ hehe blow me off ;)

Me ~ okay, what ever, and gross

Mike ~ don't use that tone with me!

Me ~ we're texting dumbass, you can hear my tone. I gtg.

Mike ~ bye bitch.

I chuckle, stuffing my phone into my pocket.

Walking past the cold, grey gates that open up to the old building that I'm trapped in for 8 hours of my day.

Pulling open the door, I'm met with an ocean of people swarming through the small hallways.

Even if the walk space is tiny, nobody dares to bump into me, all stereotyping me with my tattoos and piercings.

They're all scared of me.

Which, in some ways they should be. I'm not scared to fight, just don't mess with me and I won't mess with you.

The smell of mint gum mixed  with strong perfume contaminates the air beside my locker. Jess is standing there, twirling her bleach blond hair in her fingers.

I roll my eyes. The attention whore can never keep her  hands to herself

"Hey Calum" she greets with her high pitched voice. " Hi, Jess." I say turning the combination into my locker.