i'm so sorry there is so much smut at the end. they joke about kinks and michael's pretty dominant and yEAH YOU'LL KNOW WHEN TO STOP READING IF YOU WANNA SKIP THAT.
Calum walks out immediately. Why didn't he suspect her first? To be fair, the 'anonymous' user posted it on her Ask.fm, so he didn't really think it made sense to accuse her – but he shouldn't have accused Michael first.
He literally runs to his house and knocks on the door until his fingers hurt. Michael opens the door, clearly confused.
"I told you to – "
"I'm so fucking sorry, holy fuck." Calum rushes out, throwing his arms around Michael before the boy can object. "I – I didn't think Grace would do it, but she did, and I'm sorry for thinking that you'd do something like that, and I'm sorry for making you a home-wrecker, and I'm sorry for guilting you into cheating and I'm so fucking sorry."
Michael sighs, wishing he wasn't so relaxed in Calum's arms. He lets go, and stands up straight. "You need to go to your game, Calum, it starts soon."
"Are you coming?" Calum asks in a small voice, knowing he doesn't deserve to ask.
"I think it's best if I don't."
"But it's finals."
"Don't guilt me." Michael snaps. "I don't want to be guilted."
Calum sighs. He's not looking for a fight, honestly. "I'll go." He mumbles. I love you.
"You should." I love you, too.
Calum drives to the school soccer ground and wants to hit himself with every step he makes. While he's getting changed, he sees Matty talking to the guys in charge of getting at least one of them to Brazil. The shorter one looks at Calum with scrutiny in his eyes, and the Maori looks away.
Calum's nerves start bothering him when he sees some of his teammates look in his direction and laugh. He isn't sure what they're going to do, and he wishes he didn't have to wait for someone to hit him just because he's gay.
The butterflies he's feeling are multiplied when he steps out on the field. He's positioned into attack, and the guy on him is smirking. "Hey, fag."
Calum feels sick, looking at the name on their uniform. Mount. The most homophobic community in all of Western Sydney. Great.
He cringes, looking away when he hears the whistle being blown. He knows that Mount's midfielders will put up a fight, so he takes a moment to look at the crowd. Luke and Ashton's family sit proudly at the back, and even Todd is squished in the middle, but there's no Michael.
He looks back on the field, and sees the ball flying straight at him. He's quick to get it, and tries his best to kick past the guy, and straight to Hen, but the guy's bigger than him in every sense of the word, and he steals it quickly. When the guy goes to kick to another player, Calum runs out in front of it and steals it back. He kicks a goal, and everybody cheers, but his expression barely changes.
He's too busy thinking about Michael and how he wasn't there and how he was a fag, but not just a fag, a cheating fag. It never gets out of his mind, and for the rest of the half he is the only person to score in his team, but he still thinks that he's playing the worst he's ever played.
During the second half, he's called off, and Calum respects that decision whole-heartedly. Saying he's going to get his jumper, he quickly goes in the change-rooms to sob a little before he goes to watch the rest of the game, but when he hears someone, he's quick to grab something so it looks like he's not crying.
