Arabella | c.h IN EDITING

Jalousie - Jealousy

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Arabella's POV

Michael and I arrived at school 15 minutes late, which is normal for us. We strode into class to be greeted by an angry Mr Turner. We took our usual seats at the back of the class room. I expected to see Calum in my seat, as he was yesterday, but he wasn't there. I scanned the room and caught sight if him sitting in the corner next to a girl who I recognised as Cheska Smith; the biggest slut in our school. She had bleach blonde hair, but her natural colour was showing at the roots, her face was covered in a thick layer of orange foundation and she had black eyeliner all around her eyes. She wore very short, shorts and a cropped top that was far too tight. She looked awful, and extremely slutty. She was leaning over him, fluttering her eyelashes and giggling, which was obviously her attempt at flirting. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at her pettiness. Why is he even talking to her? He's far too good for her. Fuck, I hate Cheska fucking Smith. Why do I care anyway? I barely even know Calum. He can do what he wants.

"Arabella" Michael said, waving his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hm?"I mumbled, looking up at him.

"You've been staring at Calum and Cheska ever since we sat down. Is something wrong?" He asked concerned.

"No... W-why would there be something wrong? I hate Cheska and I barely know Calum." I said strongly.

"You're jealous aren't you?" He asked, smirking.

"No! Why would I be jealous? Like I said, I hate Cheska and I barely know Calum" I protested.

"Ok ok, what ever you say little sis" he replied, chuckling.

I sent him a death glare.

I'm not jealous of Cheska.

I just don't want her to hurt Calum.

But why do I care?

For fuck sake, I shouldn't care.

Stop caring.

Stop thinking about it.

Stop thinking about him.

Calum's POV

I watched as Arabella entered the room with Michael trailing closely behind her.

She looked beautiful as ever. She was wearing a Nirvana shirt tucked into ripped shorts. Her wavy hair messily cascaded down her back.

There was a girl sitting next to me, I think her name was Chelsea or Cheska? She was a mess. Her knotted, back-combed hair was a horrible yellow/blonde colour and her face was a ghastly shade of orange. She kept giggling at nothing and blinking really weirdly. She make me feel extremely uncomfortable.
She kept edging closer to me and I couldn't help but think about how I'd much rather have Arabella close to me,

Towards the end of the lesson Cheska got annoyed stopped trying to talk to me as she could sense I wasn't listening. Thank fully. I don't think I could have put up with her for any longer.

I looked across the room and locked eyes with Arabella. She smiled sweetly.
She was beautiful. More beautiful than anyone, or anything I'd ever seen before.

The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes as Arabella.

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A/N: I'm sorry, this sucks.
I'm still just trying to get into the story.

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