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Calum's been sitting on the front of his car for two hours without even moving. He knows he's in public, and just how crazy he might look, but he does it anyway. It's not until his phone's ringing that he realises time has even changed.
He picks up the phone, seeing Michael's name on the front. "Hello?" he asks, confused.
"You know you're meant to be meeting up with the lost causes you call friends at school, right now, right?"
"What?"
"Matty called me and said his star player wasn't there. Go win your free trip to Brazil, you fuckhead."
"I'm sorry." Calum whispers, voice strained from the amount of cigarettes he's been smoking on the car. "I'm sorry, Michael."
"Whatever. Go to the game, Hood." He says, still sounding pissed as he hangs up.
But, on the other side of the phone, Michael sighs into Luke's shirt. "What am I going to do with him?"
Luke scoffs, rubbing his back. "You're going to do nothing. It's not your job to do this."
"I'm in love with him, Luke; I can't help it."
Ashton leans his weight onto Johnson as he talks, and the Jamaican smiles fondly down at him as the boy opens his mouth to speak. "That's okay, but he can take care of himself. He treated you like shit. Calum's old enough to know what's right and wrong."
Michael frowns, standing up properly, getting Luke's hands off of him. "I want to look after him. He's hurt."
"Don't be a fuckin' sucker, Michael." Luke snaps. "Just because you love him does not mean you have to excuse everything he does."
The bleached blond huffs. "I am in no way excusing what he did, Luke. I'm pissed at what happened, I just didn't realise how wrong it was. I just don't want him to be upset about things." He licks his lips, glaring at Luke. "I wouldn't expect you to understand."
He texts Calum, telling him to go, but the Maori takes a different route. He ends up where he'd never expected. As soon as he turns the car off, he sighs, putting his head on the steering-wheel. He gets out, knowing that since he's saying sorry, he should say it to someone who deserves it the most.
He knocks on the door, and winces when it opens.
"Calum,"
Grace is still the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, but she is also still the girl he cheated on. He swallows hard, looking down at his shoes.
"Hey, Gracie." He manages to say. "I'm surprised you haven't shut the door in my face."
"You're so stupid, Calum," she sighs, hand in her hair. "Why did you even cheat on me?"
"I thought you didn't like me – "
"Didn't like you? Dude, I frickin' told you that I could picture kids with you."
Calum cannot believe he's done this to her. He feels his lips start to tremble, and he tries to avoid her eye-contact. "I thought you knew that . . ." he starts. "I thought you saw the fact that I was . . ."
"Of course I fucking did." She stresses. "I'm – I was your girlfriend. I knew what you liked." She laughs, but it ends up as a sob. She covers her face. "I just thought that I was being dumb." Calum reaches over to pull her hands away from her face, but she flinches. "No!" she shrieks, still sobbing.
Calum crumples, wiping his tears. "I'm so sorry, Gracie." He whispers.
"Do you even realise what you did to me?" she asks, raising her voice. "The fuckin' suffering that I had to go through – the fucking humiliation!" Calum winces, full on sobbing now. "Jesus Christ, Calum, you're so stupid!"
"I-I know," Calum chokes out. "I don't know why I did it, but I did, and I am so sorry."
She comes forward, biting her bottom lip hard so it would stop quivering. "Just promise me . . ." she says, "promise me you won't string Michael along like you did with me." She sniffs. "God, this hurts, still."
Calum is staring the results of cheating right in the face. Calum is staring at the tear-stained cheeks, the snotty nose and the shaking ribs. He is listening to the sobs, the sound of her voice breaking and the clear frustration in her voice.
This is what you did to her, Calum. You and you alone.
"I love Michael, Gracie." He says. "But it doesn't make it any less wrong. What I did to you was terrible, I'm so sorry."
"Then why did you do it?" she asks.
"I don't know. I just – I didn't think about it. I just kissed him. I was scared that if I told you, or broke up with you I'd get abused or something and the only way I thought everybody would think I was still straight while having a gay relationship."
She wipes just under her eye-line, sniffing. "That hurts. Fuck; that hurts. But, I'm going to try and let go, because I can see that you were scared. I'm still fucking angry at you, though. You should've told me."
"I know." Calum sobs. "I have to go to soccer finals."
She sniffed. "Brazil, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to watch you." she says, hiccupping.
Calum embraces her quickly. "I have no idea how you're being so understanding, but thank you."
"It's fine. We've both moved on from the relationship, and – despite the way you showed me – it's clear we weren't meant to be."
The Maori puts a hand over his face. "You're being so understanding. I don't believe it."
"Well, I nearly cost you a career in soccer and outed you, so – "
"You outed me?"
oh snap
opinions on grace? what she did?
thoughts on lashtons opinions on the malum? (that didn't make sense rip)
do you think calum deserves everything he's getting rn?
sorry this is so short
