another world c.h

15

Alena's POV 

I cannot even fathom what kind of demon possesed Calum to think I would ever attend a concert. I feel horrible of course, however i am not going to that concert. I mean what was i supposed to say...er do i guess. Huh. I wonder if that bothers Calum. No. Alena don't go there. Calum loves you and he would never do anything to hurt you. Maybe I could go...I almost start laughing out loud at that idea. Of course I can't go. What kind of crazy idea is that. A concert. No way. 

As I come to this conclusion I realize that I've arrived at my front door. Creaky and dull. Depressing and lonely. Quite an accurate representation of the deteriorating family structure inside these crumpling walls. I quietly push the door open. I sneak upstairs completely silent. Doesn't look like my moms home. Probably crashed out on some guys couch. Thank the lord. 

I plop down on my bed and open up Ernest Hemingways The Sun Also Rises. I must say I'm not a huge Hemingway fan however it's important to appreciate and respect your elders. My phone starts buzzing wildly. Who could possibly be trying to contact me. I grab my phone and turn it on. They're all texts from Calum. Goody. 

Calum: Hey sexy why won't you come to the concert

What?????

Calum: Oh yea and wear a deeeeeepppppp v i can't see those sweater puppies you got hidden under those baggy sweaters

Oh. My. God.

Calum: Awe babe why don't you come and show me and my mates a good time

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Thats it Calum. I'm done. I am so absolutely done. 

Me: that's it calum. Don't talk to me. Don't call me. Don't text me. And I swear to god Calum don't you ever try to sit with me in the library ever again you pathetic lowlife. 

How could he.