Afraid // Calum Hood

Chapter 13 // Status

Adelaide's Point of View

"What?" I choked out, feeling my heartbeat incline rapidly The thought of not being friends with Calum anymore would be enough to make my heart shatter into millions of pieces and I could already feel my jaw clench in fear. "I was just trying to make you jealous!"

He chuckled loudly, puzzling me even further. I arched my eyebrows up at him in confusion, and Calum's arms enveloped around my waist, colliding both of our bodies. He tucked a piece of my lonesome hair behind my ear, a smile of adoration present on the lips that I desperately wanted to kiss. "I meant after seeing that, I don't want to be friends. I want to be much, much, much more than that. You're mine."

I grinned, a flood of relief washing over me as my hands found their way to behind his neck. "So are you going to ask me out, or what?"

Calum's face twisted completely. The sudden alteration frightened me by just how quickly his mood could change. "I still don't know, Ad. I love having a friend around. If we break up, I don't want to ruin that-"

"Stop worrying about if we break up," I interrupted, hushing him with my firm remark. "Don't be afraid of the future. Just think about right now. Shouldn't we enjoy being together? Or would you much rather have me kissing other boys? Because I can call Luke up here right now."

"No, no I do not want that," He shook his head rapidly with a heavy sigh. His lips extended down and planted a delicate kiss against my forehead. "Fine, I guess you're right. You can be my new girlfriend."

I dodged his lips that were heading towards my own. "Girlfriend?" I repeated, in an exasperated tone. I did my best to pretend that I was shocked, however my acting skills were falling short. "I don't remember anyone asking me to be their girlfriend?"

Calum rolled his eyes at me. "You're such a pain in the butt. Adelaide Winters, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"No," I responded in a playful manner, which made him gasp. I giggled at his astonished reaction and pecked his lips, feeling the familar chapped surface and the minty taste that lingered from his gum. "I wouldn't like to be your girlfriend, I would love to be your girlfriend, Hood."

He laughed, the beautiful sound echoing through the kitchen. "I don't want us to act any different though, okay? Just because we're in a relationship doesn't mean we have to change our relationship."

"I agree, but I do think we should make out more," I stated cheekily, making his eyes widen. I cracked up, breaking free from his tight grasp on my waist. "I think you have some breakfast to make and I owe someone an apology."

I turned on my heel, my bare feet gliding across his glossy hardwood floors as I traveled towards the opening to his basement, ignoring the scoff I had heard from behind me. As I was descending down the stairs carefully, all I could think about was how weird it was to actually have a boyfriend. The last time I had a true boyfriend was in my senior year of high school with a boy named Matty. We dated for a year and I liked him a lot, but I didn't love him, as much as I tried to return his sweet feelings. I loved his company, don't get me wrong, but those sparks that would run through my body when he held my hand were completely non-existent. We broke up when we parted ways for university and managed to stay in some contact and stay friends, but he knew just as well as I did that it wasn't meant to be. I had my fair share of various hookups during college but after being single for so long, the word boyfriend tasted like orange juice on my tongue after recently brushing your teeth.