P.O.V. Callie
*NEXT MORNING*
I had to find Zayn and Luke. I really had to talk to either of them. The first one I’d see would be the first one I’d talk to. I got off of bed and put on Zayn’s old sweatpants that I gave me. When I got in the kitchen, Calum was eating cereal with Ashton.
- Callie! Yelled Calum when he saw me.
- Calum! I yelled back in a sleepy voice.
- Callie! Yelled Ashton, imitating Calum’s voice.
- Ashton! I yelled back, amused.
- Callie! Yelled Michael when he entered in the flat.
- Okay, stop it now… I said, getting tired of yelling other people’s name.
- Oh, okay… said Michael sheepishly.
I sat beside Calum and grabbed the cereal box.
- Where’s Luke? I said, looking at all of time.
- He left yesterday night and I didn’t see him this morning. I thought he was with you? Calum responded, confused.
- He wasn’t… but I have to talk to him.
- Don’t think about it. Go to your classes and when you’ll come back tonight, he’ll be here, waiting for you.
- Really? How long are you guys staying? I said, confused.
- CALUM SHUT UP IT’S A SURPRISE! Yelled Ashton in his face.
- I know. But thanks for reminding me, Ash.
- Anyway, I have to go. Cal, wanna come? i Said, nodding my head toward the door.
- Yeah, I’ll walk you to your school. He said, getting off of his seat.
We arrived in front of the classroom in no time. I hugged Calum tightly as he kissed my cheek.
- Do you want me to pick up my bestie at the end of her class? He said, teasing me.
- Would you mind? I said, blinking my eyes.
- Ahaha! Alright, I’ll be here. He said, hugging me again before I entered in my classroom.
I made my way in the class and sat between a girl who seemed a bit older than all of us and a boy of about my age. The boy had brownish curly hair and light brown eyes. I saw him somewhere but I couldn’t tell where.
- Hi, I’m George. He whispered, barely looking at me.
The teacher already started the class so I figured he didn’t want to get caught.
- I’m Callie. I said, smiling at him.
- Nice to meet you, Callie.
- Am I interrupting anything? Said the teacher angrily.
- No, ma’am! I’m sorry it’s my fault. He said, covering for me.
He pulled out a sheet of paper and handed me a pen. He started to write something on it and slid the sheet in my direction.
Are you from Montreal?
I am! You?
Nop. Not at all. I’m from UK.
That’s what I thought.
Why?
The accent ;)
Arg. Right…
Ashamed?
A bit…
Shouldn’t be. It’s hot ;)
YOU are.
: $ thanks… :)
The class was finally over so I grabbed my bag, said bye to George and got out of the class.
