loner. calum hood. ✔️

five.

five.

calum didn't go to school the next day. he spent the entire day sitting in amongst his clothes that littered the floor of his bedroom. he was pissed off at himself because he didn't have a nice outfit that would impress her and he didn't have any money to go buy a nice top to go with his nicest pair of jeans. he was also pissed because he no longer had his nice blue nike roshes and instead he had year-old tattered black converse.

the entire day calum sat still on the ground of his bedroom, only moving when he felt tense and needed to stretch so that his body didn't seize up. by the time it was dark and time for dinner calum had no energy to get up and search through his cupboards, there was no point, he would only end up back in his room empty handed again. he didn't have any motivation to eat, he just wanted to stay sitting amongst the pieces of fabric forever and maybe if he sat long enough, melt into them too.

of course, calum knew this was impossible and that if he wanted to attend the party tomorrow he couldn't just sit around and do nothing, if he wanted to impress her then he would have to make an effort to do so, so calum stood up for the first time in over twenty-four hours and walked into his parents room where he searched through every single drawer looking for some money. eventually he found some and left his house, not bothering to lock it. nobody ever came by calums house. he was a loner.