"what the hell michael," calum said in a deep whisper as he rolled up my sleeves.
"why would you do this to yourself? you're too beautiful." he continued.
"what do you mean? what are you even talking about? you haven't even looked at my wrists yet." i stated. i get how he was trying to be adorable but he had no idea what he was talking about because he didnt take one glance at my wrists.
he looked down and saw the tattoo on my wrist that said his name and the date we started dating. what the hell did he think i was doing?
"mikey..oh my god, you're the sweetest thing." he said.
"calum, what did you think i was doing?" i asked.
"cutting yourself..." he said back, looking down.
"so you don't trust me?" i said in disbelief.
"i didn't say that."
"you were implying it."
"well sorry."
"yeah well get out of my house." i finished. he opened my window, climed out and down a tree and ran home.
