two moons ❦ calum

❦ chapter seventeen ❦

his hands were all over her. he didn't care that literally anyone could see their sequential actions leading to hot sex wherever they could easily find available and concealed. he couldn't help himself; he had been away from her for so long that he had to make up for lost time and this was the only solution.

and suddenly her lips were detached from his own and replaced upon his jaw, which was his favorite place to be kissed and bit, for the record. his lips were trapped in his teeth while they tried their hardest to conceal the moan that was barrelling through his chest.

time stopped when he opened his eyes, which it almost always did when he saw her. Flossy staggered down the hallway but Calum suddenly felt trapped in a parallel universe. this wasn't her. she didn't take every step like it was the last she could make until every bone in her body snapped. she didn't keep her head down to avoid the stares of others and their judgements that weighed in her head so much that she could not keep it up. she didn't dress in the blues that reflected how she felt because no other color expressed her more than black for danger. this wasn't her. this wasn't the Flossy he remembered falling in love with. this was some phantom dressed in the haunting colors of her skin and wore her face as the most capturing concealment.

she didn't make a sound or any indication to him, but he could just feel that she was crying out for help. so he reached out to grasp her hand, to get her to look at him, to ask if she was okay, to pull down that front he'd been giving her for weeks and just be scared for and in love with her. but it was all too slow, he was all too slow. had he made the distinction just seconds before, he would have caught her and maybe the following days - or even weeks - would have been different.

he didn't want Ophelia on him anymore. he didn't want anyone on him if it wasn't Flossy. he told her to get off and he could see the ripple of emotion in her brown-but-not-Flossy-brown eyes. he couldn't look at her. he couldn't do anything without first talking to Flossy first.

he followed behind her just slow enough that he couldn't catch up to her in time and just fast enough that he could see her already fading from his view and his grasp. the bell shrilled and it was just seconds before he was in the middle of the middle hallway all alone, frantically looking around for the only brown eyes he could ever want until he realized just what had happened within a few seconds.

just weeks ago, he hated her enough to break her heart and barely feel the sting it left on his skin. he submerged himself in various girls' bedrooms so that he wouldn't feel anything about the fact that there was this void in his life only she could fill. even though they weren't serious, they still shared something with him besides just plain physical contact. they had something tolerant and tangible and he was so willing to throw it away for someone who didn't want anything to do with him.

Calum felt like he was just coming down from a high and saw the aftermath in a path that only led to his footprints. he realized that he should probably go to his first period and that he would have to sit in her presence for however long. the following period he'd be with Ophelia but how was he going to act like everything was fine when he was tearing under the cracks she left on his skin every time she touched him?

"yeah, yeah," he disrespectfully told his teacher as he entered and waved off the fury he made eye contact with as he walked in. "I had to piss, okay?" though, he kept walking down the aisle without bothering to check whether it was actually okay or not.

throughout the class, and quite frankly the others the two shared, Calum watched her. he listened to her. he breathed in her air like it was the only thing keeping him from losing everything. he took in her every detail and analyzed it under a microscope until he came to a conclusion while his heart dropped fifty stories and was seconds from exploding.