June
I think Michael is trying a little too hard to get my forgiveness, but I really don't want to talk to him anymore, if it seriously took him Ruby reading our of my journal for him to see what a dick she is, he's a lot stupider than I first thought.
-cal
I went home that day with a high recommendation for therapy that I will not be attending. Simple as that. I locked myself in my room. I dont want to even look at anyone or anything. Everyone knows my secrets everyone knows that I'm weak. That not even the good comments and all of the support the fans provide, I'm still weak. I cannot go out without getting looks from people. They aren't good. It's like in high school when everyone knows you had sex with a teacher or something and they give you looks of disgust.
I walk down the street by myself, on my way to my management to discuss where I stand. The band has gotten a lot more attention because of me, but also has lost a lot of popularity due to Ruby. Technically it's not my fault.
I walk in the front door of the giant building and walk in the elevator and press the appropriate button to the appropriate floor. I knock on the door to the meeting room and hear a gruff voice telling me to come in.
"Calum." he says, standing up, his gut noticably hanging over his belt and his hands in his pockets. "Fashionabley late as usual, I see." he says even though I was only like 2 minutes late. "Take a seat." I sit down on the opposite side of the table as him, and his somewhat atrractive coligue. He was about my age, he looked like it anyway, and had brown hair and brown eyes and an obvious fake tan.
"This is Ryan." and that's when I knew I was going to hate this.
**
I walk back to the hotel with tears in my eyes and ran up to the room that I had to share with Michael and began packing all of my things.
"Calum?" he says as I'm shoving all of my belongings in my suitcase. "Calum what are you doing?" he asks and I choke back a sob.
"I'm going home." I mumble, trying to zip up my bag.
"What? Why?" he asks. "We have a show tonight you can't!" (that concert Ruby read all that shit apparently wasn't the last concert, whatever.)
"You'll have to do it with your new member," I say and as if on cue, Ryan walks through the door and puts his suitcase on what use to be my bed.
"What happened?" Michaels asks and I say what has been ringing through my head ever since my manager said those words.
"I've been released from my contract with 5sos."
a/n: dont hate me
