((AN: THIS MAKES ME LAUGH SO MUCH {in the media lol} OKAY CONTINUE))
Calum.
I was late for class again. I heard Mr. Baker down the hall screaming, so I picked up my pace, searching for room fifty four; Spanish. My eyes trailed over the number engraved on metal slabs on every door, hoping, wishing it was room fifty four. "C'mon, c'mon," I mumbled to myself. "Fifty four, fifty four, fifty four..." I could hear Mr. Baker's voice getting closer. I couldn't get into shit now, coach said I needed to have a good attendance and grades to stay on the soccer ((AN: or football)) team.
A body came crashing into me. "Yo, watch where the fuc-"
A short girl with curly brown hair peeked up at me, cursing. "Shit sorry, I'm running from Baker. I think he gave up though when I started running." She chuckled, picking up her books. How have I not seen this girl before? Have I fucked her?
"Uh, yeah, I'm, uh, Calum and you are?"
"Finola. Finola Archer." She smiles.
"What kind of name is Finola?" I questioned, seeing her smile drop instantly. "I mean, uh, it's like, a cool name, but where is it from?"
"It's an Irish name," she laughed, showing off her teeth. "It means white shoulders, probably because I'm literally paler than snow." She grinned, taking a book from me that I picked up for her.
See, I can be a gentleman.
"We should probably head to class before Baker catches us," I looked over at the end of the hall with concern. "Are you going to room fifty four?"
"No. Fifty three for me," she laughed. "Hey, that rhymed!" She exclaimed excitedly, her eyes crinkling at the corners and a dimple forming in her right cheek. "But room fifty three is just beside room fifty four, so I'll show you there. Shouldn't you know where it is, anyways? I mean, you've been here for a good few years.." She trailed off. I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair.
"I've been here, yeah. But I never had this room."
"Oh, well it's upstairs, anyways. Not that far." She said, checking to make sure she had all her books. I let my eyes trail up and down her body.
She was short, very short. She had curly brown hair that reached just above her shoulders, bright blue eyes and extremely pale skin. She was wearing dark blue jeans, white vans and a black hoodie. She had a great figure, judging by what I could see on her legs. Great ass, too. Perky.
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We eventually made it to our rooms, anyways. The class fell silent as I entered the room, handing the late slip I made myself to the teacher. If I got Ms. Lakewood, the secretary, to write the slip it'd be put on my records, which coach Edwards could easily see. I needed to make my own one. Ms. Galarza, my Spanish teacher, took the note, threw it in the bin and continued on the class. I slumped back in to my seat in the middle of the room beside Luke.
"What'd I miss out on?" I asked, resting my head on my hands.
"Literally nothing, we're explaining what we did on the weekend. How do I explain that I fucked seven girls and trashed my own house in fucking Spanish?" He snorted, shaking his head.
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The stepbrother // c.h
Fanfiction"Cal, we're going to be brother and sister. We need to stop." "The fuck? We're not related. We can do whatever we want." He mutters, his lips grazing against my ear. A story in which Finola and Calum fall in love during their parents engagement. (...
