5SOS {Imagines, Prefs, Blurbs, One shots}

12. Punk Calum Part 1

The way he caressed his hair and wore his beanie. The way he walked around like he didn't care. They way he was an outcast, the bad guy, the punk.

The way you were infatuated with his every move. Every piercing, every tattoo, it seemed like a work of art. The way you didn't care how people stared, or whispered. They way you were glad he didn't try to talk to you, although part of you longed for his voice and touch. You admitted you wanted him to stare at you. 

The walks through the hallway, you facing your friend or keeping your head looking into your locker, to avoid the blissful sight of him through the hallways. Though today you kept your gaze for too long, didn't bother to draw your attention elsewhere. 

Then his eyes caught yours. 

As if grabbing you in, like you were new to him.

You were.

Since being new to this school, you had made a few friends but you doubt that until this moment, he had ever noticed you.

His friends bumped his shoulders, he looked away, saving the rest of his gaze for another day? you questioned. Or to turn away forever, said a voice in your head.

You should be glad, you told yourself. You had heard the stories, the rumours... were they real? 

But a part of you hoped that you two would meet despite them.

And the moment came.

By the end of school, you stayed back for tutoring. You walked out to the carpark, the keys jingling in your hand while you balanced your textbooks. You clicked the unlock button on your keys for the car. 

Fall. Mud. Gaze.

Your books fell out of your hand, only one hitting into the mud as well. Your leggings damaged as the blood soaked through. It was just a deep graze.

You heard laughter and turned your head to the side. 

It was his group, probably getting out of detention. They laughed at your misfortune. not bothering to give you a hand. But why would they really? You quickly reassessed yourself while picking up your books. 

You cocked your head back once more, realising the only one not laughing was him. He had his black skinny jeans on and a tight grey top, bringing out his upper arm muscles. A quick smirk forcing his lip ring to stand out was all you received as he realised you were looking at him. You hurried over to your car, avoiding his stare back as you opened the unlocked handle. You sat in, sinking into the leather car-seat and placed your heavy text books onto the passenger's seat, relieved to let them go. 

The keys through, you realised they were gone.

A tap on the glass window of the car caused you to jump, you jerked your head to the side. 

It was him. Calum Hood. Piercings, tattoos, dark eyes, the whole deal.

He dangled your car keys chain on his fingers, pointing his brown, almost endless eyes at yours.

You winded down the window squeakily as he said, "Drop something back there?"

"Yes, thank you." you answered coldly, feeling helpless. You didn't want to draw more attention to yourself.

You  stuck your hands out of the window and went to grab them off him but he closed his hand. Miss.

You reached again. Miss.

"I need those, come on." You commented on his crappy game.

"You can have them back, if you agree to go out with me. This Friday actually."

"Why would I agree to that?"

"You need your car keys right? You're new, you don't know me." he half smiled, knowing he had gotten you exactly where he wanted you.

"Fine, if you give me the keys. Where to?"

"That's for me to know, pick you up at 8." he said, throwing the keys through the window. 

"How do you know where I live?"

He just laughed, "Don't mess with me. You better be ready, I'll find you otherwise." He winked but somehow, you didnt think he was completely joking.

And he turned and walked off. Back to the now empty car park. They had all disappered now.

What had you just agreed to.

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