Make You Feel my Love // cake

fourteen

Luke's pov

"And luke, there's a medicine that will calm his mind, maybe he put it in his drawer. You can give it to him tomorrow, because I swear he won't be out now, luke bear with him please."

"Yeah, thank you mom. see you soon." I hang up the phone and go to the bathroom.

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"Why are you late?" Michael asked, tapping on his foot.

"Calum is sick." I answer shortly.

"Oh so you two..." I shush him, covering his mouth with his food.

"I don't wanna talk about it, and uh I have to go mickey." I stand up, bringing my food with me.

"You don't want me to drive you home? oh I know, calum's jealous right?" He chuckled, standing up as well.

"Haha that's silly."

"I may or may not wrong that I saw him two days ago when we stopped at ice cream shop." I remember what his mom said yesterday, he was jealous? but c'mon that's impossible.

"Wait what?" My eyes getting wider, feeling the excitement inside because was he jealous. It means he has feelings for me too right? I got my hopes up again now.

"Yep, You heard me lukas. He.is.jealous."

"Uh I should go mike, bye." Taking a bite from his food one more time before I leave. I take a walk to go home, because I need to sort things out by myself.

I need to find all of the answers to my questions. My house isn't that far from my campus but it feels like it's far because I'm alone, I'm walking on my own. I can feel the wind rubbing my face and hair. I take up the coat near to my neck because it's kinda chilly. The thought of calum being jealous the other day makes the cold air fill my lungs.

If he was jealous, he'd say it right through my face but he didn't. But if he wasn't jealous, he wouldn't curl up in his room all day. I was zoning out untill my feet hit something, Oh yeah the door of my house.

He's cute when he's surrounding his body with the blanket, cuddling himself on the couch with the tv show and popcorn beside him. I couldn't understand, why I could be this lucky to have him, even though it's just one-sided love. He heard me opening the door, looking at my direction.

"Hey, feeling better?" I ask, shoving the shoes out of my feet. He's rolling his eyes, standing up with the blanket around his body still. I could be that blanket if he asked. He doesn't answer, walking to his room without lokking at me.

"Cal?" I try my best.

"It's not like you care anyway." He said flatly, while I'm frowning my eyebrows.

What does he mean? Of course I care, alot. He thought I'll give up on him. Well he thought wrong.