two moons ❦ calum

❦ chapter eighteen ❦

as soon as the Black sisters got home that night, Flossy called up Lesla and the three formulated a gimmick to really test the credibility of Ashton's statements. the finalized contrivance was so above and beyond that no one would forget it. everything was set in stone, all the way down to what she would wear so that she looked like she dressed for the kill. all the theatrics made her much less anxious about the whole thing.

she was against her locker in a way that any male would be intrigued to just walk up and take her right then and there. her eyes were pealed on the hallway before her. she waited for them to walk in like it was theirs, and when they did, she stopped right in front of them to block their path.

"oh look! it's Flos-slut! how's my favorite whore?"

it wasn't that their words hurt her. she'd been shamed by them in every way conceivable. what really made her heart drop several stories inside of her was the fact that the one person she was undoubtedly in love with said nothing at all. the fact that he was expressionless as they ridiculed her was considered a bonus. she knew it wasn't soon before he started to smirk and join in along with the friends he so desperately clung to nowadays.

"insert fuckboy name," she announced. "still hitting women to show that you're the superior one in the relationship?"

his was debris falling from a building during a category four hurricane in the way it immediately fell as a chain reaction. she couldn't hold back her smirk if she tried. it was positively hilarious how easily a man's ego is wounded with a simple string of words arranged in just the right way.

"now I know you're going to step in and deny it, but it's just like the OJ trial. everyone knows he did it; he just bribed the right people to cover it up and get away with it."

"can you stop fucking with our time and move out of the way?" a voice all too familiar to her sneered. she met the cool blue eyes of Julian Blackthorn. he had a face that anyone could miss but words that no one could. she was certainly glad that she had to deal with neither of them.

"I'm not here for anyone but," she paused and moved her eyes to Calum. the shock bubbled up from inside him like a child's baking soda mixture of a volcano. "him," she said in a menacing way and pointed to him like she was curse on his soul. the boys cleared out all too quickly and she stared at those brown eyes she never thought she needed to see again.

keeping on schedule, she seemed unaffected by his gaze as she confessed to him, "so, I had a little run in with your friend Ashton."

his voice had the same kind of emotion she was trying to act like she felt as he said, "yeah, I heard."

slightly taken off guard, she bellowed, "and they say girls gossip the most!" he didn't react to her remark. "anyway, he told me some things," her voice had turned more seductive as she sauntered closer to him and ignored the way everyone was only focused in on them, "that just made my head . . . spin."

they were close enough now that she would have no trouble hopping on him, if it were part of the plan. he replied with the same carnal tone, "what kind of things?"

"details are unimportant," she immediately denied. "point is, meet me on the bleachers. we'll relive that time we got together." with a wink so that he would be know exactly what she was referencing, she turned and walked away with just the right amount of hip swivel that would get him begging on his knees for her.

she reflected how the encounter went just after she caught Calum's eyes on her for the millionth time that period. usually he ignored her existence, but recently he seemed to do the opposite. this is why Flossy began to think of the credibility of Ashton's words. that was the whole point of the spectacle going down after school anyway. she reviewed the texts the two of them shared just last night when the trio of girls strategized together.