Time Bomb •ch•

23. Feelings

I slowly cracked my eyes open only to squeeze them shut again due to pounding headache I am having.

Wait, something's wrong. I slowly open my eyes again to see navy blue walls surrounding me. My eye widen and I went into complete shock. I look around the bed I was laying in, its not mine. I then also realize I am wearing a sweater that was about three times bigger than me. Oh my shit......oh wait, ok, thank god I still have my dress on. My eye frantically look around the room for any memory of where I am. I had none.

"Where the fuck am I!?!" I softly but frantically spoke to myself.

I quickly sat up, only to feel like I have been hit by a bag of bricks due to this pounding headache. I lifted my hand to my head and my fingers traced over something......a bandage on the right side of my fore head. I swung my feet over the side of bed. I felt something soft underneath my feet. When I looked down I saw a comforter, a pillow, and some blankets. Someone must have made a bed. What the fuck? This just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

"Oh, you're awake." I looked up and was greeted by a shirtless Calum.

Suddenly all my memories of last night came flooding back into my mind. I just sat there, completely speechless. I stared in awe of Calum's bare body. He was skinny but still muscular and he a v-line that was perfectly shown by a pair of grey sweats that's hung low on his hips. Oh my shit I really need to stop eye rapping him.

Just then I spotted Calum's left hand. It was wrapped up in a ace bandage. I looked back up to his face to see a goofy grin that spread from cheek to cheek and then I saw he had a bruise on his right cheek.

"I-uh-I-I-I uh........................" I stuttered and I could feel my cheeks burning red. Calum's started to giggle.

"I guess I should be the one to talk. You probably think I kidnaped you or some shit." He started chuckling again but I just stared at him waiting for his explanation. He looked at me and stopped laughing and formed his lips in a straight line. He leaned against his wall and scratch the back of his neck as I looked at his vigorously waiting for his answer.

"So...uh......you passed out and I tried to find your friends but I couldn't and someone called the cops so I...um.......... carried you to my car. I tried to you to your house but all the doors were locked and nobody was home so I took you to my place." He explained nervously and I stared at him trying to get him to explain more.

"Oh, yea and....uh...as for the sweater, you, uh, looked cold and............er......... uncomfortable which is also why I let you sleep on my bed- not that I wouldn't of let you- or I- um.............." He stopped and looked down to the floor and twiddled his fingers. This time I started laughing.

I stood up and felt the large sweater he gave me fall right above my knee, a little longer than my dress. I walked over to Calum and placed my hand on his wrist. He looked up and stared at me.

"It's ok, thank you for talking care of me and not rapping me." I said and Calum clenched his jaw once I said the last part. I stayed quiet regretting what I had just said.

"I am going get you some aspirin." He spoke lowly and walked out the door.

I really am thankful that he helped me but I still can't help but be completely confused at what happened or what is happening. Why did he help me? Why did he care? Why did he protect me? He is suppose to be Mr.Popular and not care about what happens to me. He suppose to hate me. I can't say anything better about me. I mean I am suppose to be Ms. I Don't Give A Fuck and not care whether or not he feels nervous or not excepted by me because that's how it always is. I am suppose to hate him but I don't know anymore. If anything I am scared.

"I am back." Calum said and snapped me out of my trance. He handed me two aspirins and a cup of water.

Once I swallowed the pills, I walked over to Calum's full length mirror. I studied how I looked and God did I look like crap. My hair is a bloody mess, there is dry blood on the corner of my lip from my cut, this sweater makes me look like a damn homeless person, and I have this huge bandaid on my fore head. I just look like a complete reck. Out of the corner of my eye I see Calum looking at me in the mirror with a faint smile. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

"How bad was it?" I said and looked up to the band aid covering the wound on my head. Calum hesitated and stared at the band aid.

"When I first saw it, it was pretty bad. When I took you here I, cleaned it so it wouldn't get infected but your probably going to have a scar." He said and I crack another smile.

"I should...uh, probably check on it.......again, if that's ok." He hesitantly said.

"Uh....ok" I said sorta hesitant. God knows why I am scared but something about him just make my pulse increase. I have never felt so small around someone.

He slowly walked over. When he was only inches away from me he gently began to peel the bandage off. He ran his finger around my wound. His breath smelt of mint and cologne was radiating off of him. I looked at his body towering above me and he looked so concentrated. Then he looked down at me. Suddenly I felt as if we were stuck there, like I have gotten sucked into his beautiful eyes. I felt closer to him than I was before. No words were trying to be formed in my head so that I can get out of the situation. I felt safer with him but at the same time I was afraid. Then it hit me.

I am not afraid of Calum........I am afraid of me and my feelings.