Boys, Purple hippos and Drama! The story of a sarcastic, party girl!

'You never answered my question, Sweetpie'

I couldn't help look at Cal like an animal of prey would look at it's hunter. The way Cal was looking at me was putting me on edge and I couldn't help but feel as if I wanted to be sick. 

As Cal edged closer to me, the familiar scent of his cologne drifted towards me and for a moment, I was swept away with nostalaga. I was transported to a time when I had been happy. A time when I had been loved by a boy who had promised to not break my heart. Every time Cal had leaned over to kiss me in the past, I would be enveloped in his scent. It was one of things I missed most once we'd broken up. 

Cal stopped just in front of me, not touching me. For a moment, I was filled with relief. I didn't want this jerk near me let alone touching me. 

Even though Cal wasn't touching me, the feeling of relief didn't last long as I noticed not only was reaching out towards me with his hand but also there was a tender look on his face. 

Throughout the entire time we'd been going out, Cal was never the type to show his emotions. Lust, yeah, he could show that alright but nothing tender! Only once had he mentioned emotions, let alone showed it. However, as his hand came to cup my face tenderly, I had to swallow a lump in my throat so I could speak. 

"No, get off me." I told him, stepping out of his hold. My anger at how he had treated me was finally coming to a head. 

Cal's smirk returned once again replacing the look of tenderness on his face. For the first time, I wanted to smack him so hard that the smirk gets wiped off his face. 

"You never answered my question, sweetpie." Cal crooned to me, smirking. 

My cringe at his words seemed to make Cal's smirk wider. Cal, in the past, had always given me pet names and each and everyone was equally as sickly sweet as the other. 

He was right, of course, I hadn't answered his question. The gleam of arrogance and expectancy was visible in his eyes and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of admitting just how much he had hurt me and just how much I had missed him. 

"Of course I didn't miss you!." I snapped. 

The little space between us was calming me down, especially, as he was no longer touching my face and at my words, Cal seemed to want to close that gap. Coming closer to me, I ended up backing into the wall as I tried to walk away. 

His scent once again filled my nostrils and once again, I remembered how it used to be. The passionate kisses (in the most inappropriate places), the love I felt for him. When I finally remembered how it was now, it was a startling contrast. 

"Oh, I think you did, Sarah." Cal breathed into my ear, his breath tickling my neck. 

I couldn't help react to the sensation of his warm breath against my neck and I had supress a shudder. 

Trying to mask how I had reacted to him, I immediately started speaking to him. 

"Keep telling yourself that, mate. If it'll keep you warm at night." There was a bite to my tone which I wasn't surprised at and the look on Cal's face showed me he wasn't, either. 

Apart of me wanted him to back off from me angrily or for him to realise just how fruitless this was, but to my horror, he didn't. Instead, he emitted a loud, hearty chuckle. 

How the hell was this situation remotely funny? More like a bloody nightmare. 

Cal must have noticed my confusion as he started to speak once more and as he did so, I still wanted to smack him!

"As fiesty as ever." He commented, lightly.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his words, all the while my anger becoming much more poweful. How dare he come and talk to me? How dare he make me feel as if I should be letting him touch me? How dare he?

"I'm sick of playing your games, Callum!" I shouted to him, angrily. 

My use of his full name made his eye's widen ever so slightly and it gave me some satisfaction. I knew it had hurt him. I had never called him 'Callum' even when we were children. I suppose I had simply come to call him 'Cal', instead. 

His voice was a little more huskier than it had been before when he spoke again. Once again he leaned forward so that his mouth was against my ear.

"Who says I'm playing a game?" I tried to shut his voice out but I couldn't. 

That's the thing about Cal. He gets into your head. He messes around there until you can't function properly without him. Until you don't want to function without him. 

Well, you know what, I don't want to be like that, anymore. 

"You always are, Callum. That's what you do. You play games with people's emotions until you're sick of them. I'm not your girlfriend anymore, Callum, you can't do it to me!" I told him, emphatically. 

Whatever mirth had lingered for him, it had certainly vanished the moment my words were out of my mouth. Apart of me, was happy over my victory but another part of me felt bad for him. 

Once again, Cal leaned forward but this time he didn't have any intention of speaking to me. Instead, he caught my lips in a passionate kiss. His lips began to grind into mine, all hints of tenderness gone, replaced with his desire. 

In my surprise, I hadn't thought of pushing off me or fighting his kiss, and as I felt the familiar spark come back, I felt my resolve weaken. 

Cal seemed to want to move the kiss along and as he came to fondle my left breast, I finally came to my senses. Not only had Callum cheated on me and dumped me but now, he was kissing me. 

No! No matter what, and even though I seemed to be fighting my own desire for him, it was going too far. 

"No. Get off me! No!" I said, pushing him away from me. 

Although, I hadn't pushed too hard, he seeemed to spring away from me. Perhaps, it had been the tone of my voice and the panic in it but as he stood opposite me, still panting, I was glad he had listened. 

We were looking at each other and apart of me wanted to fling myself into his arms and I felt disgusted for it! I shouldn't want to do that. I should want to smack him, to hurt, to make him feel as I had. 

Desolate, angry and upset. 

The need to get away from him was so strong that I practically ran from the room. Not before, of course, telling him one final thing: "Stay away from me!"