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Chapter Fourteen

OKAY GUYS I AM EMERGING FROM MY COMFORT ZONE AND TRYING A NEW POV. OBVIOUSLY I AM NOT A TEENAGE BOY, SO I AM SORRY IF THIS POINT OF VIEW IS AWKWARDLY FEMININE. ALSO, DON'T EXPECT REGULAR CALUM POV'S I JUST RAN OUT OF IDEAS FOR SAVVY'S POV. I HOPE YOU ENJOY.

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{Calum's POV}

I shouldn't even fucking be doing this. I should be so fucking mad. I mean, I kind of am, but not as mad as I thought I would be, considering the circumstances. I'm more nervous, and embarrassed. God, I'm so embarrassed. It took so much for me to even grab the keys to the Jeep and drive over here.

The lady in the elevator had a kid who would not stop crying and I was pretty sure that he shit himself, because it smelled absolutely horrible. I couldn't help my nose from wrinkling up and coughing, but the lady just stood there with her nose in her iPhone.

The elevator door opened and I stepped out into the hallway, taking a breath. The apartment complex was surprisingly modern and expensive looking. I was really surprised when I had driven up to this place after Britt had texted me the address.

I read the door numbers and finally came up to their door. I hesitated before my hand reached up to knock gently on the door. I sighed.

When the door opened, Avery stood there, a good foot shorter than me. She was wearing tight black shorts and a see through tank-top, her red lacy bra clearly visible.

Alright, then.

"Come in," She nearly whispered, embarrassed. Her arms reached across her chest and a blush spread across her cheeks. "I didn't realize you were coming."

"Oh," was all I said, feeling equally as embarrassed. I stepped in after her, and I heard the loud clacking of heels along the shiny wood floor. The apartment was just as impressive as the lobby. I had been here once before and still wasn't any less surprised. I wonder what these girls did.

God forbid they find out what we do.

I mean, I wouldn't mind that much but I have a feeling that at least two of these girls would turn into band whores. Call me an asshole.

Britt appeared, her hair curled and makeup fully done. I smothered an eye roll. She definitely played with Barbie's when she was little.

Her face spread into a piteous smile. "Hey."

She looked at Avery and frowned deeply. I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.

"She's been locked in her room for two days." Britt said quietly coming up to me. "She wouldn't even come out to watch American Horror Story with us, and you don't even understand how much she loves that show."

Yeah, because I barely understood her at all.

"I tried forcing it out of her, but she wouldn't tell me what happened." Britt raised an eyebrow at me. I coughed.

"So? What happened?" She pressed.

"Uh-"

"Jesus, Britt. They obviously hooked up." Avery sighed exasperated.

"What?" Britt took a step back.

"God." I muttered.

"Did you see that hickey?" Avery bit her lip and looked at me. "I mean damn."

"Okay" I said slowly, laughing nervously. "So she won't come out of her room, then?"

"No. I tried but-" Britt started, but Avery's eyes widened and she started making monkey noises which was weird, putting it nicely.