little sister // calum hood (EDITING)

TWO

clara
"you want to come to a party tonight?" i was asked as we ate the disgusting disgrace that is a school lunch. calum and luke never came to school today, either, so it was just me and carter.

"um, sure?" i answered. i wasn't the most social person everywhere, so parties were usually a no from me. but, i figured i could use it, the dancing, the alcohol, the blaring music that you could immediately lose yourself in.

"you know you'll love it" my best friend, carter, said to me. "and i can even help you get ready!" she squealed and i couldn't help but laugh at her over-excitedness.

carter was that type of person; the one who was extremely bubbly, happy, and outgoing. i, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. but somehow after being paired for a science experiment in the 5th grade, she became my best friend for life.

"if you must." i said, knowing she would've just kept insisting until i let her.

"yay!" she squealed again and i couldn't help but crack a small smile at her.

i readjusted the infinity scarf on my neck, something i had been doing almost constantly, trying to cover up calum's hickeys from last night. so far i was doing a damn good job of hiding them, and i was proud of myself.

"so where do you expect me to get a dress from?" i asked her curiously.

"you really haven't been to a high school party before, have you?" she asked me, and i shook my head.

"don't worry, i know exactly what im going to do with you." she said with a slight smirk, and i didn't know if i should be worried or not.

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the school day went by fast, surprisingly. carter took me back to her house to get ready, and i sent a quick text to luke telling him i'd be sleeping over.

carter made me face the opposite direction she was in while she rummaged through her closet to get the outfit she was planning on forcing me in for the night. oh the perks of having a best friend in the same clothing size as you.

she told me to turn around, and i was taken aback by the outfit. i actually liked it. no, i loved it. she had a long sleeved maroon and black striped crop top, light wash blue skinny jeans, and a pair of black combat boots hanging from her arms.

"i know how you like to wear darker colors, so i thought you'd like this." she said with a smile so big it was the size of texas. i smiled back and thanked her before changing into it.

i admired the way it looked in the mirror. it didn't show too much stomach, which i took to my liking seeing as i wasn't the biggest fan of it. and the darker colors of the shirt and boots made the blue in the jeans and my eyes pop. the only thing i didn't like though, was how low cut the shirt was. not the fact that it showed to much of my chest for my liking, but my neck. the marks that i had done so good at covering today were now on show. i walked out of carter's bathroom covering my neck before saying, "we have a slight problem."

she looked at me confused, and once i removed my hand from my neck her eyes widened. "clara, what the fuck?" she asked me.

"um, well, you see-" i started, but she cut me off.

"who gave you them?" she looked me straight in the eye with an expression i couldn't read.

anger? no. maybe curiosity? i couldn't tell.

"calum." i whispered.

"hood?" her eyes grew even wider than they previously were, if that was even possible. i nodded slightly and she smirked. "so thats why you wore that scarf today." she said, and i nodded again. "okay well i can try to cover it, but we don't have much time so lets go, and then while i am covering them you can tell me exactly what happened." she said, dragging me to her bathroom, where she pulled her makeup bag out from the cabinet above her sink. she set it down, also plugging in her curling wand to heat up.