Calum.

3

I woke up and checked the time. 8:37 pm. I ran my fingers through my hair and went to go take a shower.

When I was done doing what I did, I got dressed and grabbed my wallet heading out the door. I made my way into town because I had nothing better to do. I walked past a coffee cafe, that's where all the rich and snobby pricks go to 'dine'.

I heard a girl crying. She had to have been right behind me. She walked past me and I noticed the red tips she had in her hair. That's when I recognized it was Hazel. Whatever.

Later that night I kept thinking about her walking by me crying, and how I left it alone and didn't help her. Not my problem.

The next day at school in first class, we all got together with our partners.  Hazel was not acting like herself.  She kept her head down and barely talked to anyone.  "What's your problem?" I asked her with my arms crossed.

She looked at me with a super annoyed look on her face.  "Why do you need to know?  Is that any of your business? "  She turned to face me with the sharpest death glare in her eyes.  "You're not acting like you..."  I said with no attitude whatsoever...what the fuck!?

"You're not acting like you, since when do you give a shit about anything?" She huffed.  At least it was obvious and it was practically radiating off of me.  That's what I wanted people to think. Wanted.

"...Im sorry..." I silently said then ran my fingers through my hair.

Did I really just fucking apologize!?  What a fucking wuss.

She turned back to face me "Did I just hear you apologize?...seriously what's wrong with you!?"    She emphasized the you as if I was the one that needed talking to, last I checked I was questioning her. 

"I asked first."  I said crossing my arms.   She grunted.  "Fine...well last night I broke up with my boyfriend of three years...you, spill it."  Was the guy her boyfriend?  How'd that work if she's been living in America?

"I don't know...a lot of stuffs been happening..." I shrugged my shoulders.  That was all I could say.  I've said more to her than anybody in a long ass time.  "Well I hope things work out for you..."  

That was the last class of the day of the week.