The Past Is In The Past||Calum Hood

Chapter Two

I spent the whole journey home in silence, trying to block out Indi’s rambling about how amazing the signing was. Being best friends with a cheerleader you get used to chirpy rambling, so I was pretty good at blocking it out.

I stared at the road emotionless, wishing Indi would drive faster because I quite frankly just wanted to go to bed. Unfortunately, Indi was always careful. This made her drive at least ten miles per hour below the speed limit.

After an hour of nodding enthusiastically now again at Indi to signal I was listening we finally arrived home. She asked if I wanted to come to her house for a bit before she goes to a party, I declined the offer, claiming I had a ton of homework to do.

I walked in and shouted “I’m home!” of course no-one answered. No-ones in. No-one ever is. I kicked off my boots and went straight upstairs.

I lay on my bed starring at the ceiling. I couldn’t help but think about Calum.  He was gorgeous, insanely perfect. He’s muscles were the best I have laid my eyes on, his eyes were so brown and mysterious, it made me want to know more. I’m sure this was just some celebrity crush, or at least I hoped.

One of the main reasons I couldn’t get Calum out of my mind was I’m sure I have seen him before. One does simply not forgot those eyes. I’m sure I’ve heard his voice before. That raspy Australian accent has certainly had be going before...I think.

 I decided to dismiss my feelings. I couldn’t place my finger on where I had seen Calum before, or even if I had.

I went down to the kitchen and my mother was home. She was eating a pot noodle at the breakfast bar.

 “Oh, hey mum,” I said when I walked in the room.  

 “Hello honey, are you going out tonight?” my mother asked.

 “Nahh, I’m staying in.”

“But you used to always to go on a Saturday you were never home?!” my mother claimed, obviously annoyed about the amount of time I’ve been spending in my room.

 “That was before when I-” that’s when it hit me. I ran out the kitchen and back up to my room. Heaven knows what my mum thought about me running out the kitchen mid conversation.

 I barged into my room and dived straight for my newly signed 5 Seconds Of Summer Album. I opened it hoping to see another photo of them on the lyric book so I could see another photo of Calum. When I opened a small scrap piece of paper fell onto my foot. I bent over and reached for the paper.

 ‘Call me.

     -Cal’

 I turned the paper over and saw a number. I got my phone out of my jean pocket and dialled the number, and on the third ring someone picked up the phone.

 “Ahhh you got it!” Calum said.

 “Yeah I got your little note” I grumbled.

 “No, not that...”

 I knitted my eyebrows together and shook my head. Remembering he couldn’t see me I replied.

 “What do you mean?”

 “Ring me back when you’ve figured it out.” And with that he put down the phone.

 Confused, I regained my previous position of lying on the bed staring at the ceiling and tried to think what on earth Cal was talking about on the phone.

 I stayed in the position for about two hours, too deep in thought to move or eat.

 I sat up and heard my phone go off. It was quieter than usual, meaning it has to be under something. My phone went off another two times before I finally found it, wedged between my bed and bed-side table. It was Cal.

 The three messages read:

 Figured it out yet?”

 “??????”

 And an attached photo of his beautiful eight pack. So beautiful in fact it looks like God himself had chiselled it. At first I doubted that it was even his and probably just a photo he found on Google images. But then I remembered his arms from earlier day, it probably was his stomach if his arms looked like that. There was a text with the photo too “A clue;)”

 I zoomed in on the photo for my own personal pleasure and to help me understand his ‘clue’. It is then when I noticed him tattoo on his collar bone, a series of letters and numbers.  I examined the tattoo further trying to understand it.

 And that’s when it hit me. Like a pie in the face, in fact worse than that. It was like walking slap bang straight into a wall, and I feel like crying.

 I’m Calum, but I suppose you already knew that.”  These were the words spinning around in my head. These were the words Calum had said to me today. Of course I dismissed this sentence. I thought he meant I probably know his name because he is sort of in a band. But no. Could I have been more wrong? By that sentence he meant something else. Something completely different.

Calum was the boy I lost my virginity too.