I never thought I would of been cheated on. It honestly was never a thought that crossed my mind.
When being with Michael and Luke, I felt so much love I couldn't even imagine them being with another woman. I guess I was just naive.
Like, okay, I get it. We weren't officially together yet. But the thought of him telling me he loves me and wants me back, then going and being with another woman makes me nauseous. I never thought of Michael as someone to do that.
I guess that just shows how much he loves her. The Michael I knew would never even think about that, but I guess he's different now.
I continue to lay on my bed, under my covers, staring at the wall of my room. It's been a few days since Michael told me. I got two or three texts from him that I haven't opened, but other than that, nothing.
Luke leaves for Yale tomorrow, which sucks. I want to spend today with him, but I feel guilty for whatever reason.
I'm going to anyway though. I just need to get myself up and go see him. I want this to work with Luke, and although I'm not ready to be in a relationship now, I can't deny that I have feelings for him.
I groan, getting myself up and walking over to my closet. I put on a pair of blue ripped jeans and a black tee that I tied at my belly button. I go over to my little desk/vanity and sit down. I take out the braids I slept in last night and toss my hair around until I am satisfied. I grab my BB cream, using a brush Cat forced me to get to blend it out. Apparently, using my hands makes Cat want to vomit. Her words, not mine.
I apply some powder, bronzer, eyeliner, and mascara. Leaning back in my chair and staring at my reflection. I sigh deeply, before my door opens slowly.
The fuck? Cat isn't home.
I turn and I can honestly say I am surprised to see who walks through the door.
"Calum?" I stand quickly, going to his side, "What the fuck? What are you doing here? How did you get here?"
"Jesus Christ, Macs, don't have an aneurysm, I'm fine," He says as I scoot him closer to my bed to sit down.
"How the hell did you get here?" I ask. He sits down, but I know it's really to make me calm down.
"I drove," he shrugs.
"You drove?!" I exclaim, "Calum, you're not-"
"Will you relax," He groans, "My doctor cleared me. I can walk fine, and even do a nice light jog if I'm feeling risky."
"Really?" I ask, more excited and more relieved, "That's great, Cal! I'm so happy for you!"
"Yeah, yeah," he waves me off. I know he wishes we talked less about his condition. And for the most part, I try my hardest. So I drop it.
"I was just going to go hang out with Luke for a bit. He leaves for Yale tomorrow."
"I know," he says, "I was hoping he would be here. Also, you guys have so much explaining to do."
I look down, my cheeks a bit pinker, and he continues, "I swear, I'm bed written for a month and all hell breaks loose."
I shrug, "What can I say, you're our glue." I tease, clasping my hands together and holding them to my chest, batting my eyelashes. He laughs.
"We can all have dinner here tonight, if you're up for it. Like our last lil hoorah until Ash and Luke get back." And Michael. Because who the hell knows where he is now.
"Sounds good," he pauses, "Hey, where's Kitten? I checked her room and she wasn't in there."
"She ran to the mall," I say, "She had to get something, I can't remember what. She should be back soon."
