The boy next door (Calum Hood fic)

Chapter 23

A/N:In case you didn't know, I finally casted Ariane Reinhart as Sarah. If you don't know who she is, look here up on google! She fits the character really well in my opinion.

Monday morning, I dragged myself out of bed even with the nauseous feeling still glued to my stomach. Putting on the same routine every morning to leave to go to hell, called school. I was not pumped up for the classes I would have with Calum, nor the communication I had to do with him sooner or later. I regretted every possible moment that happened that night. I was filled with the alcohol, making decisions for me. Everything I said I thought I understood, and knew what I was doing. But, the truth is I didn't. And, it kills me inside knowing I said those things to Calum only for them to be fabricated lies. I knew what a broken heart felt like, and if Calum felt this way about me I wasn't going to fake it.

I skipped the whole walking to school with Calum, and purposely made myself late. Being late, was better than coming to school early only to run into my problems when school could just forcefully push it away in class. My converse squeaked on the tiles as I lazily, made my way to the office to quickly grab a late slip to bring my teacher.

The cold breeze hit me as I entered the biology classroom. Everyone's skull dashing in my direction, as I tried to make my entrance unnoticeable.

"Sarah, you're late for the first time. Take a seat please," Mr. Martin said to me surprised, as he noticed me walk over to him handing him the pink slip. I trudged my feet, walking towards the table with four familiar looking boys as a certain dark headed boys face fell.

I pulled out the chair, and sat next to Michael. I kept my head down, and eyes focusing on the black shiny table. Avoiding all eye contact, I pulled out my book and hid it under the table.

"What's wrong with you," Luke's voice surprised me. I looked up realising every boys at that table fixed their eyes on me.

"Nothing just a long weekend. " I managed to put the words out. I didn't want to lie to them. But for the sake of it, there was no other option. My eyes glued to my book, I avoided any other looks the boys gave me. Calum stayed quiet, and made little movement like me. We both just sat there doing barely any socializing.

I looked up at the clock, and Calum took a quick glance at me, which Ashton had noticed. "Are you two okay?" The question I had worried about them asking. I knew it was coming sooner or later, but I was very unprepared. Calum's eyes darted towards my direction in search for an explanation, mine doing the same. I felt my stomach leap, and I pushed my chair back marching to the bathroom. Without notifying my teacher of this action, he immediately came after me but soon lost hope.

I ran to the bathroom, not too fast so my stomach wouldn't be pushed over the edge, but also not too slow that the teachers wouldn't catch me. I opened the stall door widely, and pulled my hair out of my face as I brought myself closer to the toilet. Soon, all of the nervous vomit was out of my system.

My hands touched the cold, white stall walls to slowly bring myself up. I failed at it, and laid my back on it sliding down to sit on the yellow tiled floors. I wouldn't want to bother going back to class. So I sat there, staring at the other stall wall separating the toilets. Calming myself down until the bell rung for next period.

Once the bell had rung, I made my way back to the classroom which no longer contained the four boys. After explaining to my teacher what had happened to me, and gathering my stuff together I made my way to the office. I felt the feeling slowly eating me away, and it was debilitating.

I called my mom, and she told me I would have to walk home. Though I had no problem walking, my house was near by and taking a walk out in the cool morning air was refreshing. I smelled horrible, that and the fact I couldn't brush my teeth made it harder to push the urge to blow chunks again down. I saw my light colored house, with the dark colored door, and walked up the porch. I opened the door, and stepped inside where a cool air hit me. I dropped my bag, and made my way upstairs where I could take a shower and brush my teeth, to wash away the unpleasant feeling that sat on me.