Last Dance || 5sos

Chapter Eight

Hours later, after snacks had been made and eaten, Calum has made great progress on our project, but I've only gotten two pages done. I guess it's better than nothing, but I'm still three pages short. Not to mention I've been distracted ever since Sadie came home. I've wanted to confront her about the her and Michael situation, but I want it to be done in a low key way. It was pleasurable to watch her facial expression change when she noticed that Luke was here, though. She kind of freaked out, actually. I just laughed in my mind, and dismissed her when she tried to confront me about it. I told her I was busy. She left me alone with a huff and the stomping of her feet. 

Of course Luke was confused when Sadie stormed back into the kitchen and slapped him on the arm when our mother wasn't looking. Then she huffed away upstairs to her room. I got up from my spot on the couch and joined Calum, pulling up a chair. "How's it going?" I ask, with a smile.

"Pretty good," he replies. "It's almost finished. I've just emailed it to myself to work on it tomorrow and finish it up." 

"Awesome!" Calum turns to face me.

"So how's the essay coming along?" I groan at the mention. 

"Ugh, I've only written two pages..." I'm afraid that Calum is going to flip out, but am grateful when he shrugs it off. 

"No worries. It's not due until next week, anyways. So, you up for a break?" he suggests. I shrug.

"Sure, I guess. Dinner will be ready soon I think."

"That's alright. Hey, are you going to homecoming this weekend?" Homecoming? I didn't even know about it. 

"To be completely honest, I didn't know there was a homecoming. Guess I'm sort of oblivious." Calum laughs.

"That's okay, I don't usually go. It's not really my thing." I tilt my head, crossing my legs sitting on my chair.

"But it's your senior year. Shouldn't you go at least once?" I try to convince him. I'm terrible at it, and he can clearly tell. 

"Nah. I mean, maybe, but I'm going to prom. That should be good enough," he half-jokes. I playfully nudge him on the arm.

"Aw come on, go! You'll have a good time." Calum shakes his head.

"Nah, it really isn't my scene. Plus I would be going alone." I pout, trying to change his mind, but he shakes his head.

"Fine," I grumble. "I don't think I'm going to go either. I should get this paper done, and get it done the right way. Plus, Friday is the poetry slam." Calum seems to perk up at the mention of the poetry slam.

"Really? Are you like, competing?" I shake my head.

"No, just watching, this time. They're looking for people to come watch. You should come with me! Especially if you won't go to homecoming." He throws back his head in laughter.

"They're not even the same day!" he points out.

"Exactly! Now you have double the reason to not back out," I warn him.

"Well I'd gladly go to a poetry slam rather than a school dance, so I accept your invitation."

"Good," I smirk. "You can either meet us there, or come by my house again Friday, and get picked up by Emily and Sasha. They probably won't mind driving you as well."

"Thanks, but I can just meet you there. I've got a job to do that night, so I can meet you down there after. What time?" 

"Quarter of; the show starts at six."

"Sounds good." My mother pokes her head in and announces herself.

"Dinner's ready," she tells us with a smile. I turn back to Calum.