latch :: calum hood (rewriting)

i.

"Two weeks Scarlet. That's what you're getting take it or leave it." My father says sternly. I groan, rolling my eyes behind his head.

"I only got two D's, its not like I failed. I always have time to bring them up before college." I argued back, following him out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"You shouldn't be almost failing anything in the first place. If you plan on going to UCLA all the way in America, you're going to need better grades than that." he replies, grabbing the remote. In roughly five minutes, the evening news would be over and football would be playing. This signaled that the conversation was over.

I huffed, letting out a huge groan before turning on my heel. I headed to my bedroom, furiously, shutting the door behind me loud enough for my father to hear.

I sat on the edge of my bed, analyzing my punishment for the next two weeks. No borrowing the car, no parties, nothing. The only time I'm allowed out of this damned house and my mothers house is for school, and only school.

"Scar!" I hear someone whisper, with the soft thuds hitting my window. I turned my head, seeing little white pebbles hitting my window once again.

"Scarlet" they whispered louder this time. I turned my head to my tiny alarm clock the rested beside my bed. It was 9:30 on a Friday night. The sun finally set and I could hear the sound of crickets emanating in the quiet night. I opened my window and peered my head outside. I was able to make out a familiar red flannel, in the dim street lighting, that somewhat matched his hair that was fading.

"Michael, you better not throw another pebble at this window before it possibly breaks." I whisper at him. I could hear him chuckle a bit while tossing the rock back on the floor.

"Okay. You have one of two options. Either you're coming down here, or I'm coming up and dragging you out myself." He says.

I sigh, looking at my best friend standing dozens of feet below my window.

"As much as I would love to, I'm grounded." I replied. He gave me a look and shrugged.

"Told you our parents would have a fit with our report cards. Your mother called my mom and they were both trying to decide on a punishment for the the both of us." I chuckled, nodding my head.

"Hey, I'm grounded too, but Luke and Ashton are in the car and you know how pissy Ash can get when he wastes gas." he mocked Ashton's voice during the last part. "There's a party tonight and you're coming."

"Michael, I can't just sneak out and go to a party, risking getting grounded even more." I whined.

The car horn honked, the window rolling down. Golden strands of hair peep out.

"Are you guys coming or what? Ashton's getting pissy" Luke yells, stressing the last word. I could hear the sound of Ashton's fist connecting to Luke's shoulder.

"C'mon Scar, A little party never killed nobody." he smirked. I bit down on my bottom lip.Michael was very persuasive and always found a way for me to say yes. I sighed and without even saying a word, I moved away from the window.

I opened my room door and shouted, "Good Night Dad." signaling that I was about to go to bed. He replies back, calling me a nickname he had coined for me for as long as I could remember. I locked my room door, as always then I grabbed the nearest jacket.

"You better be ready to catch me in case I fall Clifford." I shout out to him. He nods. Before I knew it, I had both of my legs out the window, climbing down the side of my house. I look up, looking at how far my window was from where I was.

"Now, fall gently." Michael said, with his arms out ready to catch me. I took deep breath.

I was hoping that I would land on my feet without having the need of Michael catching me. To be realistic, Michael couldn't even catch a ball.

I leaped off the side of my house, landing both on Michael and the floor. We both land on the cement rather than the grass adjacent to us.

"So much for catching me." I told him, rubbing my elbows that were now stinging.

"You're crushing me." he winced in pain, pushing me off of him. We both got up, dusting ourselves off.

"Aw look, we're matching." he teased, pointing out that we happened to be wearing red.I stuck my tongue out at him, playfully nudging him.

The car horn beeped two more times.

"Honk that horn one more time Irwin and see what happens" I threatened. I opened the back seat of the car, followed by Michael. I hugged Luke and Ashton and he began driving.

"Your dad grounded you again, I see." Luke turns his head to face me. My eyes rolled. Luke would never get grounded for something as stupid as a failing report card.

Luke doesn't fail, he's like Jimmy Neutron Boy Genius.

"Who's party are we even going to?" I asked, looking out the window, noticing that we are headed to neighbourhood that looked all too familiar.

The boys all exchanged mischievous looks, causing me to raise my eyebrows suspiciously. There was a few moments of silence until one if them decided to speak up.

"Um. Calums?" he coughs, trying the disguise the name.

"Who's" I ask, more sternly this time.

"Calums." Michael chimes in, mumbling the name under this breath.

"You've got to be kidding me" I complained, throwing by body back into my seat.

"Look, you can't avoid him forever." Luke mentioned, turning his head to face me.

"I could try." I say under my breath. It has been quite some time that me and him have even muster up a single word to one another, and quite frankly I was okay with that.

Either way, I did not want to risk myself getting more days of punishment for Calum Hood.

"When do we go back to not pretending like we don't know who Calum is when we are around you. Hasn't it been like, I don't know, two weeks?!" Ashton questioned.

"She so still likes him." Michael responds.

"Who said I ever liked him in the first place." I retorted, my voice cracking slightly at the end. It happens to do that when I am lying.

Luke chuckles loudly before saying,

"Says the nice tounge battle you both had three weeks ago behind the bleachers. You must love swapping spit with him."

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stop being a funny lil shit lucas