Under The Mistletoe || Malum

Under The Mistletoe(No, this is not the album by the Beibs)

Oh no, oh no, oh no, FUCK!

I'm late I'm late I'm la-woah, Alice In Wonderland much? Nope nope nope, head back in reality Michael, come back. I shook myself out of it, running through the middle of the hallway, not realizing that there was no one there when there should have been several.

I reeled back, clutching my nose, praying to God it wasn't broken.

"WHO IN THeir right minds would put a damn wall in the middle of the- oh, oh tha-that's not a wall,"

I looked at the floor solemnly, two fingers still clutching my nose. Standing in front of me was the rich bitch pretty boy of the whole school. And Christmas was only a week ago too... I kept my eyes down, and looked away in exasperation, running my hand through my bright red hair. I looked up, groaning in annoyance when I only came up to his pecs, and, oh Merlin, why me?

"Well hey there pretty-"

"Don't even dare, Hood,"

He raised his hands in defense, looking around at the crowd and yelling so everyone could here,

"Hear that? Said I shouldn't even dare! But you know what? I do; pretty lady. Or should I say, lad?"

He said tauntingly, leaning forward for emphasis. I leaned back to avoid his advance, stuffing my hands in my jean pockets to avoid punching him in the face. I did not need a detention this close to New Years. My eyes followed the Nirvana logo up his singlet tank, catching on his MMXII tattoo. 2012.

Four years ago. I wonder what would have been so important in 8th grade that would mean so much to him... My eyes were about to meet his, when my eyes caught a flash of green and red behind him, drawing my eyes to what looked like...Mistletoe?!

I backed out from under him, walking around him until I was right below what I desperately hoped wasn't what I thought it was. Nope, Nope, yeah, no, that is definitely mistletoe.

"What? What is it?"

Calum asked curiously into my ear, making me involuntarily flinch and shiver, shaking me from my stupor. Anger suddenly bubbled over. That little piece of green and white was wrong on so many levels. For one, Christmas is over! Two, there is no way in hell am I kissing that son of a-

I spun around in a circle, then began planning what I would do if I found out who did this.

"You know what!? When I find out who did this, I will break off a big branch of mistletoe-"

"Mistletoe doesn't have bran-"

"I DON'T CARE I'M PUNK ROCK! I'm breaking off a large bit of it, wrapping it in holly, dipping it in some gasoline, lighting it up, and shoving it up your freaking-!"

Much like Stiles Stilinksi was, I was cut off. A large hand, surprisingly soft, landed over my mouth and pulling me to their chest. Calum. I halfheartedly tried to pry his hand off me, drained from my tirade, but I soon fell limp in his grip, breathing heavily through my nose.

"Calm down princess, yelling won't do anything, and besides, let's not let keep them waiting,"

Waiting? Waiting for wha- Calum's hand slid from my mouth to my shoulder, spinning me around. My eyes widened when I was dipped, and Calum's lips landed on mine. Oh you smooth motherfucker. I was frozen, unable to do anything but gasp when he pulled away, cheers and whistles, and a few homophobic slurs landing on deaf ears as that cliche moment between two people where they saw nothing but each other suddenly happened to me. The kind that only happened in books or movies.

In that moment? Yeah, yeah that was us. Me staring at him open-mouthed, in shock, him staring right back with the biggest shit eating grin ever.

However, that moment was ruined when my shoe tread finally lost it's grip, sending us to the floor, him somehow flipping us around so I landed on his chest. I groaned at impact, rolling off him, making sure to elbow him in the ribs, making him wince, but not much else. Oh you will so pay for that. I stared up at the ceiling, until Luke's face entered my vision.