curiosity // feat. evan peters and calum hood

three

Knock, knock, knock!

I look over to the small clock beside my bed; 9:03. I get up to see who was calling me so early and through the peek hole of the door, I saw a girl - no, a woman, standing impatiently with her red-stained lips pursed. I opened the door.

"Yes?" I groaned.

"I'm taking you shopping. Put these on." She tossed clothes in my direction and luckily, I caught them. "I'm Isabella."

"Hannah." She pushed passed me and looked around the room in awe.

"What the hell is this?" She asked to herself. "You haven't done one step of dancing for us and you get the most luxurious room." She turned to me. "Did you fuck him?"

"No! Absolutely not," I stuttered.

"Did you do anything with him?"

"No," I said with total annoyance.

"What did you do, then?" I shook my head and started putting on the clothes she gave me. It was a beautiful green dress. "What the hell are those?"

"What?"

"Your bra and panties?" I looked at them, and they were just plain white. Simple. "Whatever. Your choice." I put on the clothes and my shoes that I brought along that thankfully matched; my Mary Janes. They were looking pretty rough though.

"I'm ready now." She sighed and walked out of the door without me, causing me to trip over my feet trying to catch up.

When we got to the mall, I was amazed and almost frightened. I had never been to a mall before. There were people everywhere and the aroma of cinnamon treats filled my nose. I didn't know what stores to go to, so I just looked at Isabella until she huffed and chose where to go.

Landing in a Chanel, we were looking at big purses when I decided to ask her some questions.

"So, how long have you been with the Blue Angels?"

"Oh, since I was 20. I'm 26 now." I gulped.

"Where are you from?" I noticed her English accent.

"England, couldn't you tell?" She sounded bored.

"Why does Calum ask such questions to the new Angels?" Now she was interested.

"What did you just say?"

"I said, why does-"

"You said his real name." She laughed. "You know his real name. Why did he tell you that? And you said he asked you questions?"

"Yes. When I got here, he asked me how I was in bed, and what my greatest strengths were." She laughed in disbelief again.

"There must be something he sees in you. I don't know what it is, because you act like a 70 year old woman. Whatever it is, he likes it and wants it." I gulped and she leaned in. "Sir always gets what he wants."

Calum

I am going to ruin this business I am going to ruin this business I am going to ruin this business I am going to ruin this business I am going to ruin this business I am going to ruin this business I am

What was I thinking? She is just a showgirl, a night dancer. She is nineteen, and I am twenty-seven. Am I going mad? Possibly. My madness won't get rid of the imagination stuck in my brain of myself fucking her face, though; it only amplifies it.

Her angelic blue eyes made me melt the first time I saw her, and I wanted to see more of her. I feel perverted and wrong about this, but I don't want to stop. I don't want her to stop.

She is a nymphette. I know that I have a fiancé that is carrying my child, but I cannot help but wonder what her sweet ass would feel like in my hands. The only thing marrying me to my girlfriend isn't love, but the child. I can't have the little monster I created without a father.

Speaking of my fiancé, Heather - she seems to be calling me from upstairs. Should I talk with her or should I just leave and deal with her bullshit tomorrow? My morals led me to the first option.

"What?" I shout.

"Please get up here! I need to talk to you about something important!" I go upstairs for the sake of my temper; she would just keep screeching until I spoke to her anyway. I see her sitting on our bed with tears on her cheeks and I sigh, sitting next to her.

"What is wrong?" I uncomfortably pat her back.

"I-I lied, Calum. I'm so sorry." She starting crying harder.

"What did you lie about?"

"I'm sorry." She whispered. She looked at her feet as her tears finally dried. "There-there is no baby. I'm not pregnant." I looked at her and clenched my jaw. Standing up, I clench my fists as I pace the room.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me sooner?! Why did you tell me that at all?! I knew, I knew something was up when your stomach wasn't puffing up, or when you never took me with you to the doctor's!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"I was afraid you would leave me, baby-"

"Don't 'baby' me." I scoffed. "Y'know, I'm glad you said that. I lied too. I don't love you anymore, Heather. I really don't. You're a burden in my life and I don't want you here anymore." She rolled her hazel eyes.

"You're being totally overdramatic-"

"Get the fuck out; now." She huffed and started packing her things. Thankfully, she knows I'm not kidding. I sat on the couch and daydreamed until I heard the front door slam behind her.

I didn't feel too bad about Heather; we weren't a match anyway. She couldn't even please me in bed -- she always wanted to be on top, and she was so slow. She wasn't into the whole 'daddy' thing. Her moans were so fake and annoying that the neighbors probably thought I was watching x-rated movies.

It was about seven o'clock, and I decided to stop by the Blue Angels to check-up on my girls, and hopefully catch Hannah dance during her first practice.

I guess I could tell myself that I wanted to see what Hannah bought today, but I know deep down that I just want to refresh my memory of her silky, brown hair and her azure eyes. My memory of the minimal light brown freckles that are placed ever so carefully of her body, as if our God above spent years perfecting her beauty. My memory of her soft voice, and her unintentional disarming smile. My memory of her.

But I can't let her know that.
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cool beans so yeah Calum is a feisty fella ! and he's finally admitting to himself his feelings for Hannah. feel free to comment and vote :-)