bad boy next door ↠ c.t.h

chapter 8

layla brown

me and calum decided to pack everything up and get ready to get home. 

"damn your guitar is pretty heavy" i said struggling to pick his guitar up. "that's nothing compared to this basket lay" he said chuckling.

i smiled at the small nickname he gave me, and walked over to his car opening the back door to put his guitar inside. "alrighty lets go" he said and started the car.

"you're such a child" i said giggling. "well that was nice" he said smiling.

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we arrived at our houses and calum got out to drop me to my doorstep. 

"thanks for taking me out today" i said looking down. "no problem, i'll see you in school, ok?" he said

"yeah okay bye" i waved to him and walked inside. 

i saw my parents sitting inside, eating and watching the news. "where were you layla?" my mom asked me.

"i was with calum, we went to the park" i said. "honey, you know how we feel about you hanging around with some guy" my mom explained.

"mom he's not some guy, he's calum, and you know him as well. he lives right next to us what do you mean he's just "some guy". i said getting irritated at my parents. "i don't care who he is, you're not allowed to see him, or any type of other guy again" my mom said firmly

"mom i'm not a little kid anymore. you can't control over who i can be friends with and who i can't. i hung out with him cause i was alone. you two are barely home to be with me, what the hell do you want me to do. i hate being alone everyday, so yeah mom i like hanging out with him, and he's not "some" guy"

i was totally done with this conversation. 

i walked over to the stairs to go to my room, but was stopped by my dad. "layla if i see you with that boy, or any other guy again, you are to never leave this house again. that. is. final" my dad never talked to me in this way. 

"dad but i-" "layla dont argue with me any further" "just because i've seen this kid, and he lives next door to us, doesn't mean i know who he is, or how he acts. neither do you layla. you barely know him and youre defending him like you've known him since childhood" my dad said. "my decision is final, go up to your room" 

i ran upstairs and slammed my door shut. what the hell should i tell calum, i just got to know him, and now i can barely even look at him. 

fuck my life. i looked through the window to his room and saw him sitting on his study table writing something down. i decided to just close the curtain to try and forget about everything that just happened. 

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i didn't realize what time it was until i saw my clock reading that it's almost midnight. 

why does the weekend always have to go by fast.

honestly i'm glad school it's school, i can't stand living at home anymore. honestly what's the use anyways? my parents just can't understand anything. 

i dragged myself out of bed feeling totally down, and not in the mood to do anything. this might be what they call an existential crisis. 

i climbed into bed and took my phone to see a dozen messages from calum.

cal-pal:)- hey lay

cal-pal:)- where you at?

cal-pal:)- layla are u alright?