Calum left around three in the morning without a word. I pretended to be asleep so he wouldn't feel embarrassed for crying in front of me. Guys get all weird about emotions or something.
At least that's what Dr Phil says...
It's now four in the morning and I'm still trying to figure out how shitty my life has been latey. Except Calum. He's the one thing keeping me from being a quiet weird child with no feelings and a robot mind.
Creaks can be heard around the house and it's not the house settling around us. Standing up and slipping on a pair of slippers I walk toward the opposite wall. Wrapping a blanket around my shoulders I round the door frame stealthily without a sound and peek at the hallways.
"Uncle Calos?" A small call comes from me but no answer is returned.
"Girls are you guys up?" I squeak at a painting I almost knock over and stand still frozen listening for other people. Shit. I hope I didn't wake anyone up. If its an intruder I should call the cops.
Curling my toes and peeking around the stair case I see Calum and sigh in relief.
"Calum? I thought you left babe! I was about to call the cops on you." Looking over his shoulder he chuckles and looks down at the floor with a glass of milk in hand.
"What's wrong?" Shrugging he lifts his hand with the milk and tilts his head back gulping loudly.
"Cal baby. It's ok to tell me. I'm not the judgmental type." He doesn't say anything but looks around the room avoiding eye contact.
"Ok well why don't you come back to bed. " Shaking his head he folds his coat over his forarm, and kisses my temple before breezing by me and out the front door. I wonder what's wrong. He seems so distant and unhappy. Maybe he's depressed, you never know he seems so happy normally.
Before going back upstairs I clean the glass Calum used and head back to bed contemplating weather or not to bring this up to Michael or leave it alone. Michael might know what's wrong with him or maybe he's the cause of it...
I don't know by its not my problem. I have no business asking around about Calum. That's his privacy.
But he did show up at my house crying, and then didn't give me an explanation or anything! One day I'll ask about it and how it's not a huge deal.
Laying my head down on the softest pillow I have out of the millions I throw on my bed each day I drift to sleep knowing Calum is, for the most part, safe.
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*a week later *
Calum hasn't said a word to me for a whole week.
Right now I could honestly set him on fire and not feel bad. This might be my period talking but I hate him. And he's my principal. I have to respect him during school hours but outside of school I do what I'm want (;finish the sentence;)
He doesn't even look at me when we are in school though. There was another school assembly yesterday and I was front row. He saw me, I know he did, but he intentionally looked everywhere but where I was.
I don't know what I did. He seems to hate me. I mean we weren't dating, but it feels like I went through the worst breakup and now I'm in the final stage where I hate his guts but I'm not quit over him yet.
What did you do wrong Kat? Why does he hate you, did you say something stupid? Are you too ugly now? Do his friends hate you?
All these questions rush through my head and I can't understand what I did. I'm already blaming myself for something I know I couldn't have done yet I think I'm the reason it isn't working. Do you ever feel that way? Like even though you didn't do something you still feel to blame because it pertains to you?
