Let's Get Lost ➳ C.H

Chapter 2: Rehearsals

Abigail.

The sun ruptured through my curtains instantly making me wake up. I groaned and got up, walking into my bathroom and taking a quick hot shower. I got out and searched my closet for clothes. I grabbed my pair of LaFreak x Quest Crew pants, a black loose crop top that had hands forming the L.A sign, purple vans, and my hair pulled into a high ponytail with my bangs laying just above my eyes. Light make-up which consisted of mascara, foundation, light pink lipstick, and eyeliner.

Apparently today was the day where I had to tell Calum that I might be moving out. It was for the better if we could be separated for a while until I had the guts to accept his apology. Even though it hurts me to know that he cheated, I can't let him off that easy.

I sighed as I walked out of my room and towards the kitchen to look for something to eat. Calum had his back facing me while he cooked. He didn't have a shirt on or sweats, only his boxers. I inhaled slightly and went to the fridge to get juice. I closed the door of the fridge and went to the pantry that was next to Calum to get out some protein bars. I saw from the corner of my eye that he was staring at me. I went to the island and sat down in one of the stools.

I took a sip from my juice and set it back down. My mind wondering off on how I should tell him. Maybe I should tell him now? No, I don't want to trouble him so soon. Maybe later? Just play it off and try to stay away from him? I sighed as I laid my head in my hands.

"Good morning babe, how did you sleep?" Calum came up to me from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin laid on my shoulder as he kissed the exposed skin from my crop top. My breath hitching as his touch sent chills down my spine.

I looked in front of me and there laid a plate with pancakes, bacon strips, and scrambled eggs. "Good..." I trailed off, as I analyzed the food in front of me.

That's it. I'm going to play hard to forgive. That way Calum can learn to appreciate what he has until he loses it. He can also learn to gain my trust all over again.

"I gotta go." I said out-of-the-blue. Calum loosened his grip as I took advantage of it and went to my room, him trailing behind.

"Where do you have to go?" He asked.

I grabbed my duffle bag from next to my desk and swung it over my shoulder. "Rehearsal." I simply said. It wasn't a lie, I did have rehearsals today.

He stared at me with a blank look. "What rehearsal?"

"Dance rehearsal." I walked passed him and into the living room.

"Can I come with you?"

I grabbed my keys from the coffee table and shrugged. "If you want."

Calum gave a smile and ran off to his room. I rolled my eyes and plopped on the couch, laying back with my feet up and crossed. It wasn't even a minute later that he came back into the living room.

"Ready?" He asked.

I glanced over to him and got up, grabbing my duffle bag and swinging it over my shoulder. He wore his sleeveless Santa Cruz shirt, black skinny jeans, black vans, his hair was in a quiff, and he had a snapback in his hand. I snapped out of my trance and made my way towards the door without looking at him.

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We arrived to the dance studio where my rehearsals would be held. I shuffled through my duffle bag in search for my gloves.

"Looking for these?" Calum asked.

I glanced at him, he held up my gloves with a smirk plastered on his face. "Yeah." I reached out for them, but he moved his hand back. "Can I have my gloves?"