My Bestfriend's Lover

Part One

Hi, so, before we start with a long arse one on Luke, we'll have a little one shot with our very own Calum.

Michelle's P.O.V.

Five.

"Do your research we---"

Four.

"---ll. Your homew---"

Three.

"----ork will be----"

Two.

"---due next week!"

One.

I stood up just as the bell rung, ignoring Ms. Watson's call. I mean, come on! For what? To sit back and listen to her nonstop blah blah. She always gives this last minute speech as the bell rung - and, take note, it's always the same boring thing! I don't understand how Mr. Brandon, our history class teacher, gets to deal with it since it's the reason why we're late for his class. And, to be honest, I rather take history than sit in any math with Ms. Watson.

Sorry - no offense, math geeks!

"Ms. Fritz!"

"Sorry, Ms. Watson," I called back, turning around to look at her as I set foot outside the door. I glanced at the class - everyone were still on their sits. Some were on their phones, others are ready to leave and the nerds - well, be my guest and guess! I smiled at her as I continued; "it's an emergency!"

Then I left, walking - since running is not allowed on the hallways - as fast as I can, heading to my locker.

I know it's the last class and I should have tucked inside my bag everything that I'll be needing for the last period - but I need to get there for other reason. I just need to catch on him before his big game.

"Calum," I muttered, smiling, as I saw the back of the all-too familiar boy standing beside my locker to his.

I pushed passed the crowd, making my way.

"What are you doing here?" Calum started, raising his eyebrow at me, as he locked his locker. His lips were curved in a thin smile. "You'll be late!"

"Well," I giggled, opening my locker. "I---"

But before I can even make an excuse, he cut me off. "You're here for me, aren't you?"

He chuckled, leaning on his sides with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I cried, hitting him playfully in the arm. "No, I'm not!"

"Come on, now, Michelle," he laughed. "You love me; can't deny that, babe!"

"Oh, you know me well," I played along, laughing. I looked inside my locker and, since I'm not really getting anything, my gaze fell unto a rose that was sitting on top of my literature book.

I picked it before closing the locker.

"Aww, mystery boy left another rose," he cooed, teasing. "How come you've never caught him already?"

I pouted, mimicking him. "How come you haven't? You were here first. Or maybe it was you who's putting this stuff?"

He shrugged. "Eww. Date you is the last thing I'd do."

"Feeling's mutual, Calcium," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Calum!" A familiar voice said. Luke was standing on the far end of the corridor, already on his jersey. He's on the same team as Calum. He smiled at me before he continued; "coach wants us now!"

"Be there!" Calum called, nodding at him. He waved at me before disappearing to the right. Calum and I locked eyes, as he grinned at me. "So..."

"So?" I repeated, more like a question.

"You'll be there?" He asked, hopeful. He's already giving me the puppy eyes.

"Nope," I said. "And you owe me big time. I'll be doing our project on my own today."

"You're not, Mr. Brandon said he'll be giving you guys some homework instead and let you out early so you can watch the game," he pointed. "So, you'll be there."

"In which," I started, pouting. "Ms. Everdeen, who doesn't really care about soccer, took that time for us to have a meeting for the coming festival!"

"Come on, now," he whined.

"You know how much the school newspaper means to me," I snapped.

"You won't ditch my game for that alone," he continued.

"Aright! I was just kidding," I giggled, looking at my watch and seeing that I'm five minutes late now. I looked back at him, smiling. "Ms. Everdeen loves you. She'll assign me to write an article about it anyway."

"Yes!" He cheered, kissing me on the cheeks.

I can feel my cheeks heat up.
I hate this feeling. I'm confused. It's like sometimes I'm just happy with having him around, doing random things and calling him my own best friend. But there are times that it felt more than that. I feel this chill whenever we touch and the butterflies in my tummy fly like crazy whenever I see him smile.

I think I may have a crush on him.

But.

I kept it to myself instead, and, soon, pushed back the thoughts of liking him. I gave up on the idea that he might like me back. That's just insane. I mean, we've been friends for a really long time and I know his type - definitely not me. Besides, if he likes me, I'm pretty sure he'd tell me already. I don't know. But that's what I think he'd do.

"I'll kick a goal for you," he winked, walking backwards.

"Good luck with that," I giggled, doing the same but heading the other way.

How were you guys so far?!