She Looks So Perfect

Chaper Twenty-Eight

Cailey's POV

Ashton can be a total bitch. Ever since I found out about Rebecca, he's been putting off interaction with me.

Since I've been in America we've spoken, but it isn't like it used to be. I've been with my family, but hadn't been up to too much, considering I had just recently had major surgery.

Ashton would text me when he was bored, or before he would go to bed, but other than that we rarely spoke. I was okay with it really; it seemed like he was more trouble to me than it was really worth. But I still loved him, and I missed constant interaction. I needed to be in Aus with him, I needed him to hug me and take care of me. I needed to just be with him, because he made me happier.

Hobbling outside on my crutches, I took a notepad and pencil with me. I sat in a chair on the terrace, giddy as the birds chirped loudly, serenading me into an internal peace. My mouth curved into a smile as I felt comfortable outside, like everything was right.

The thing with what Ashton was doing, ignoring me because he knew he was wrong, changed my outlook on things. I realized that with him, I was alive rather than living. With Ashton, I thrived on the thought of us working out and how the future looked for us. When I lived with Ashton, he was basically the only thing I thought about. The further we got into our relationship, the harder it was for me to ignore the fact that he was the only thing I cared about. I realized my studies and modeling career were slipping, and I was gaining weight because of our dinner dates that happened often. I had lost ties with much of my American family and friends, and I was turning into something I didn't want to be. I was becoming the obsessed girlfriend that was lost in the thought of her boyfriend becoming her husband.

After I found out about Rebecca and came back to America, I remembered what it was like before I was with Ashton. I remembered how free I felt, not having to tell him where I was or being home by a certain time so he wouldn't be worried. I dwelled on those thoughts, and how they were equally important to me as some moments spent with him, like when he asked me out that night at the concert, or when he took my virginity.

I realized that although freedom was sweet, he was sweeter. I went outside to draw and ended up with a blank paper, just as I started. Sighing, I dragged myself back inside and plopped down on my bed, ready to settle things with Ash.

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"Cails!" Calum answered Ashton's phone, seemingly excited to speak to me.

I smiled, though he couldn't see that, "Hey, Calum. Is Ash there?"

"He is."

I waited for Ashton to come to the phone, but the other end of the call was silent, "Cal? Can I talk to him?"

"Oh, you wanna talk to him?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Yeah, that can't happen, sorry."

"Why not?"

"He's doing a thing, but I can tell him what you wanted to say."

"I don't think so. What's he doing?"

"Can't say. That would be breaking guy code or something."

Was he fucking someone right in front of Calum as I spoke to him?

"Eh, okay. Can you just tell him I called?"

"Sure can!" He said as there was a mumble coming from someone else in the background of the call.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Oh, Ash is able to talk now. See ya bye!"

"Ugh, hey babe. Calum's a douche."

"What were you doing that he wasn't allowed to tell me?" Did I really want to know?

"If he isn't allowed to tell you what makes you think I'll tell you?" I could hear the smirk on his face, but I wasn't amused.

"What were you doing, Ashton?" At this point I was ready to hang up the phone and just forget about him, but I knew that wasn't possible, so I continued the call, "Just tell me."

"Don't think I can babe, but don't worry about it."

"It's whatever Ashton, I just called you to catch up and you're not even going to talk to me normally. I'm kind of over this, I think I should go."

"I need to go too, but I love you and I'll call you later, I promise."

"Okay bye," I huffed into the phone, not willing to give him the satisfaction of 'I love you.'

"Cailey," he dragged out my name, like a whole note in a song, taking up the whole measure of his breath.

"What." I snapped.

"Baby, tell me you love me."

"Goodbye Ashton," I said, partly because I was annoyed, but also because I enjoyed being a bit of a tease.

"Baaaaaaabyyyyyyyyy," he repeated, "Pleeeeeeaaaaseeeee."

I rolled my eyes though, once again, he couldn't see that, "I love you," I said in a sarcastically uninterested voice.

"Thank you, I love you too," he said, the smirk evident in his voice once more.

Hanging up the phone, I found myself falling once again for him, deeper and deeper into a hole I couldn't find my way out of. I would love to believe that he was a faithful man; that Rebecca was just a mistake and I should just forget about it. Once a cheater, always a cheater.