Bad Boy Meets Bad Girl

After Math

 I don't know what it was that woke me, the sun peeking through the curtains, the sound of the front door opening and closing or the arm around my waist getting a tighter grip on me and pulling my back against his front as he nestled his face further into my back. All I knew was my head felt like it was being split in two, my entire body ached and my eyelids weighed a ton. At this point a normal person would get up and leave or even look behind them too see who's holding them hostage but not me. Nope. I'm going back to sleep and will figure it out when my head doesn't feel like it's been shit on by a monkey and I can keep my eyes open for longer than a second.

This time the thing that woke me up was the sound of a glass hitting wood, thankfully I could keep my eyes open for long enough to see who put the glass down, once my vision came back and wasn't just a blurred mess I saw it was Calum. Shit, did I sleep with Cal last night? FUCK. "Morning" he smirked sitting down on the edge of the bed whilst I pulled myself up making room for him, looking around I knew this wasn't the house the party was at, it looked way too clean.

"Where am I? Did we sleep together? How much did I drink last night? Also, how did I get here?" I had a lot of questions to ask, the first one being what happened last night. He sighed looking at the floor, clearly avoiding eye contact, making my heart drop and my stomach turn. "You're in my room, all we did was sleep, you got plastered and me being the most sober I walked you back here because I couldn't leave you at the party and the boys were just as bad as you". Well that explains that. I put my head in my hands trying to remember what happened; I was dancing with Ash, he disappeared and I looked around to see Michael sucking face with a plastic then Calum gave me a drink. The last thing I remember was my throat being burnt by vodka whilst the people around me cheered. "What happened?" I know I'll regret asking but I need to know, Cal's face fell soft and sympathetic "drink some water and I'll explain downstairs" and with that, he disappeared, was he hiding something? Or did I do something so bad he didn't want to tell me?

Taking small sips of the water he brought me I made my way downstairs and to the kitchen where he was making breakfast, the room filled with the smell of burnt bacon and toast as he hummed along to the radio, seeing him like this you'd have never thought he was one of the most feared people in the school. He looked sweet.

As we devoured our breakfast Cal explained that I started dancing with one of his friends, getting too close for Michael's liking, he came over and started yelling at the guy threatening to beat the living shit out of him for even coming near me, which obviously pissed me off making me yell at him about how it's okay for him to suck face with some bimbo but not for me to dance with someone. We ended up in a yelling match before I stormed off attempting to chuck another bottle before Luke found me and took it away before suggesting we get out of here and at that point I didn't care, Cal found us both stumbling to the stairs before telling Luke to go home and he'll look after me. That's how I got there, in Cal's bed with him. Not as bad as I expected.

By this time we'd both finished breakfast and I stood up to clear the plates but Calum quickly took them from me telling me to shower and he'll leave some clothes for me on the bed. I thanked him making my way to his room, thankful it was him who took me home and now someone else.
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Once the shower was done I felt better, still shit but better. True to his word there was a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt folded nicely on the bed waiting for me, Calum nowhere to be seen. Quickly changing I realised I don't have any flat shoes and I was not walking home in my heels or bare foot, then I realised I had a pair of fold up flats in my purse (if you ever go out, get some they will save your life) thanking the heavens I thought to put them in there I grabbed them and slipped them off before making my way back downstairs to find Calum in the living room watching Brooklyn nine-nine. I stood in the doorway "thanks Cal, for everything. I'll bring these back at school. I'll see you around?" it was more like a question than a statement, his head snapped to my direction and his brows scrunched together "if you're ready to leave I'll take you home, can't have a pretty little lady walking the streets alone" he declared turning off the TV and walking towards the door, keys in hand, I was about to reject but he was already out the door leaving me standing there with hands full and mouth opening and closing like a fish. I dashed to catch up to him, damn his long legs and longer strides.

The car ride was filled with silence and for the first time in a long time, it wasn't awkward or a long drive for that matter, I guess he lives close by and is thankfully a much safer driver than Michael. Once we made it outside my house I could see him eyeing up the place making me uncomfortable, as I opened the door I thanked him once more for everything before making my way to the front door. It wasn't until I was shutting the door, me inside that I heard his car making it's way down the road.

Not wanting to deal with my parents or all the questions they probably have about why I didn't come home and who I was with I went straight to my room shutting the door gently behind me and flopping down on my bed. What have I done, what did I nearly do?! Michael probably hates me for yelling at him and for nearly fucking his best friend. I've fucked everything up haven't I?