bad boy next door ↠ c.t.h

chapter 13

layla brown

i woke up to pots and pans clanging and light coming from the window. i groaned in frustration, only then realizing, i'm on the floor, in a house that isn't mine.

memories from last night started flooding back, making my head spin.

i lazily got up and stretched out my sore body. i'm never, and i mean never going to sleep on the floor again.

i heard someone shuffling around in the kitchen, eventually walking out. it was joy.

"oh! good morning layla! do you want anything to eat, i was just making breakfast" she said fixing the towel on her head.

"oh no, i'm fine mrs. hood thank you. is... calum upstairs? i asked pointing to the stairs. i fixed my clothes and hair, making myself look a bit presentable.

"i think he left a while ago. if you want i can call him"

"oh that's alright. i should be getting home anyways. i'll clean everything up and go" i said picking up all the pillows and blankets i took from his room, taking them back.

my back hurt like a bitch making me hold it while walking. damn i'm turning older by the goddamn minute.

i reached his room, which was at the end of the house.

his room was a bit of a mess, but i mean every teenagers room is like that. i folded the blankets setting them on his bed, and putting the pillows in their original place.

his clothes and socks that were lying around on the floor irked me, but there was no way in hell was i gonna touch his dirty laundry.

i walked out closing his door, and ran back downstairs.

"goodbye mrs. hood have a good day!" i left before she said anything else, and walked back home finding the spare key and slowly opening the door.

i took my shoes off and kept the key back in it's original place. running upstairs i went inside the bathroom and took a quick shower.

i thought about that asshole just ditching me in his own home, who does that? i wonder how everyone who lived with him thought of when they saw me sleeping on their floor.

i got out putting on a white crop top and sweatpants.

i eventually laid down on my bed, and scrolled through my social media until i stumbled across the video of calum fighting that dick from last night.

i sighed, rubbing my forehead. i threw my phone on my bed and walked downstairs.

i went to the kitchen getting a bag of pretzels, grabbing a handful and stuffing my mouth.

grabbing the tv remote i switched through the channels trying to find something watchable. deciding on some random movie that sounded cool i got comfortable and laid in that position the whole day.
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-time skip- 

lying down on my couch for more than two hours literally left my body numb. not a good way to spend a weekend.

i got up stretching trying to get my body to feel something. i went up to my room and sat on my bed. nothing exciting done today.

the thought of calum this afternoon came through my head again. where'd he go that was so important to just ditch me, like he could've at least woken me up.

hopefully he didn't get into any type of trouble. all i know is i'm gonna beat his ass for leaving me.

i mean damn he left me alone in his own goddamn house, i need answers.