Calum.

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Day two of Australian school......I hate this school shit. I walked into first class, I kinda assumed there was assigned seating. In America (at least at my old school) you pick a seat to sit in for the school year.

I sat down next to Calum. This guy doesn't like me for some reason.  The teacher gave us our assignment for the day.  Unfortunately I had to work with Calum.  He was sitting directly next to me. 

"The fucks your problem?" I looked back at Calum confused. "Excuse me!?"  I asked giving him a mean and nasty look. "You heard me." He looked back at me with an angered pissed off expression.

"Let's just get this done so I don't have to hear you run your mouth some more..." I said to him then started writing stuff down.   We finally finished our assignment...well I finished it.

Did I mention I have third period with Calum?
He had a nasty hateful glare in his face.  What got shoved up his asshole and died?

The rest of the day was a complete bore.  The guidance counselor Ms. Rhonda kept checking on me to see how I was adjusting.  "How are all your classes going?  Are you comfortable in your classes?"  She asked me while folding her hands. 

"Yeah Im doing great in them."  I didn't think I should've asked about this Calum kid.  It's not really my place.  I guess she kinda sensed it though...

"You're hiding something?  Aren't you?"  She looked into my eyes with her burning stare.  "There's this kid in some of my classes...I think his name is Calum?  Does he always act like that?"  A wrinkled smirk appeared on her face with a slow nod. 

"Yes he's a troubled youth..." she said looking back at me strongly. 

Later on that evening I got a text from Jason to go and meet him in town at the shopping center. I waited on the outside metal benches, so uncomfortable.

He showed up after five minutes with a super blank expression on his face.  I was smiling when he approached me but that disappeared very quickly. 

"Look Im not going to sit here and play house and pretend anymore.  I don't love you, never have.  Im done trying to show love for someone like you." He stood up and walked away leaving me confused.

I don't know if I should be happy, sad, mad?   Obviously I was sad.  I walked home crying. I don't like crying in public, but this time was okay.

I picked up my pace and walked past a guy before turning onto my street.  Whatever...

I ran up to my room.  My parents were gone, thank goodness.   I went to my drawer where I kept my blade and I cut.