Snicker doodle?

33 5 5
                                    

18|| Snicker doodle?

~Stephanie~

Calum looked at me, eyebrows furrowed. "What was that?"

Shit shit shit shit.

What if he sides with Leigh?

What if he avoids me?

I wasn't planning on telling him any time soon.

Oh well, just another friend to lose I guess.

But what I felt for him was definitely not just 'friends'.

I sighed.

Oh well, I'm used to people leaving me.

"Someone's ignoring me," I say, shrugging. "No big deal."

Please change the subject.

Calum just nods, pulling me into a hug.

"Well that fu- snicker doodle is making a big mistake," he mumbled into my shoulder.

I chuckle. "Snicker doodle?"

"There was a teacher behind you," he laughs, pulling away from the hug.

I shook my head at him.

"Come on," he says, "let's go to PE."

"I bet you can't wait to get beaten at football again," I smirk.

"Wow, Steph," Calum shakes his head. "You're funny."

•••

"Oh what was that Calum?" I ask with a hand to my ear. "I'm very funny for saying you're gonna get beaten in football again?"

Calum groans and continues to walk to the changing rooms as he mumbled something.

"Huh, what was that?" I ask, grinning widely.

"You're a bitch," he mumbles louder.

I sling my arm around Calum's shoulder; obviously after a bit of struggle because of how tall he is.

"Aw, but I'm your bitch," I say happily.

Calum snakes his arms around my waist. "That you are," he muses.

"Go out already!" Luke shouts from behind us.

Calum flips him off while like gives him a thumbs up, smiling widely.

Nerd.

Calum and I went our deprecate ways and I enters the girls changing room.

I entered to find my PE teacher looking around the changing room, looking at every single girl closely.

"-is for your safety," she continues.

Great, I arrive mid-sentence.

"The person who switched off the light have until break to own up or else you're all gonna have a lunch detention," Miss Lewis says, walking out of the changing rooms.

Once she walked out all our eyes landed on the school's trouble maker.

Megan.

She puts her hands up defensively. "It wasn't me," she immediately states.

We all rolled our eyes at her, knowing that it actually was her, and went back to getting changed.

No one was going to snitch on her. We're not like that.

I'm so sorry || cth (discontinued) Where stories live. Discover now