C A L U M
"C’mon, Sammy, can’t you pee already? It’s easy. C’mon. Hurry up, it’s about to rain and Teen Wolf will be on soon," you scolded your dog. Yeah, like he could actually hear you. He was only a puppy, just two months old, but he didn’t know how to pee outdoors. Inside, on your mom’s new expensive carpet, no problem, but outside? He was hopeless.
You pulled out your phone, checking your messages, while you waited for Sammy to just fucking pee already. You looked up for not even half a second when a soccer ball flew out of nowhere and hit you in the face, knocking you off your feet and flat onto your ass. What the fuck? you thought, slightly disoriented, as you stood up.
"Shit, I’m sorry, are you okay?" an unfamiliar voice came from your next door neighbor’s backyard. The Hood’s. Just Joy and David lived there, since their son Calum was always away for some reason, boarding school maybe? Something that had to do with music. And their daughter Mali moved to London. You didn’t know them too well, but they were pretty nice from the few conversations you’ve had with them since they moved in a year ago.
"Um, yeah I guess. Thanks a lot for hitting me in the face though, really appreciated," you groaned, rubbing your forehead. You opened your eyes to see a tall, tan boy standing in front of you. He had on a maroon beanie, gym shorts, and…no shirt? You checked him out, trying to be discreet as you gaped at his six pack and tattoos.
He laughed a little. “I’m sorry, alright? It was an accident. Hey, enjoying the view?” he said, snapping you out of your gaze. “Eyes up here, babe.”
"Did you just call me babe?" you asked, wondering what the fuck this kid’s deal was.
"Did you just check me out?" he quipped, catching you off guard. You mumbled an incoherent no and rolled your eyes.
"I’m Calum, by the way. Calum Hood."
It all made sense now. “Oh, so you’re Joy and David’s son? The one who’s never home?” He chuckled.
"Yep, I’m that one. I just got home from touring with my band. We were over in Paris last weekend, it was pretty cool."
"Paris, huh? Fancy," you said sarcastically. Except you were jealous of Calum and that he got to travel while you were stuck at home. Not that you would ever admit it.
"Yeah I guess so. The French girls are crazy, and pretty hot too. But not as gorgeous as (insert your nationality and if you’re French just pretend French says American or something soz) girls like yourself." Calum smirked at you.
You scoffed. “Real smooth, Calum. Except most girls don’t like being charmed by being hit in the face with a soccer ball.”
"Normally that isn’t a part of my plan. I promise it was an accident, and I’m still really sorry. What’s your name, by the way?"
"(Y/N)." you replied.
"(Y/N)," Calum repeated. He clicked his tongue as his eyes scanned over your body, not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking you out. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Oh my god," you said. "That did not just come out of your mouth."
Calum laughed. You noticed his eyes crinkled up and his smile was adorable. He was gorgeous. “It did, unfortunately. Normally my lines are a little better than that, but to be honest, girls as beautiful as you make me nervous.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?” you said in a snarky tone, trying to have a witty comeback, but you were sort of taken aback by his compliment. Guys never hit on you like that, let alone guys as hot as Calum.
