Calum.

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Ever since yesterday, I haven't heard anything from Calum.  I even tried calling him but didn't get through.   Tomorrow I had class and planned to talk to Calum when I saw him. 

It was already time for school.  I woke up at five, very uneasy, on edge, distracted.  I took a shower to try and calm down and ease myself a bit.  I put on a dark grey tank top and a pair of blue skinny jeans.  I blow dried my hair and straightened it with just enough time to get my book bag ready to leave for school.

I walked into my first class and sat down in my usual spot. I was one of the first few people to show. As the room filled up more time passed, along with no Calum.

Half of the class went by until the guidance counselor knocked on the door and walked in. She had asked the instructor if she could speak with him in the hallway. Five minutes amongst everyone talking with themselves, he walks in with a small set of papers and set them on his desk.

By the time class ended Mr. Harris asked me to wait after class, because he wanted me to speak with him.  I walked to his desk, and tried to investigate the stack of papers nonchalantly.  "I am very impressed with the work you've presented me during your transfer from America..." Mr. Harris went on and on and on.

I was able to read a few things from the stack. The top paper said 'Student Class Transfer Form', and below it had a solid black line and in red pen letters Calum's name was scribbled down. There was more stuff, but that was all that really caught my attention.

Mr. Harris continued to talk and talk, and all I really could do was thank him for his kind words. I walked my way to second class when I saw Calum leaving the guidance office. "Calum..." I called out his name, and he looked at me with a mean angry face. The same one he gave me when I first met him. Why's he acting like this?

I walked up to him with a questioning look on my face, "Calum?" He squinted his eyes and glared at me hard. Then he cornered my against the wall. "Stop doing whatever it is you're doing. Stay AWAY from me, you'll regret it if you don't listen." He snarled.

At this point I'm in utter shock. Unsure of what happened, I watched him walk away with his scent lingering in the air. The rest of the day was horrible. Every class I was in, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened; especially since he was in some of them.

On my way to the bakery I saw him walking down the sidewalk. I kept my head down. This shit made me emotional, especially since I didn't know where I went wrong.

I walked in the bakery. My dad was behind the counter helping a customer with an order. I walked into the back where my mom was, she was mixing some batter in a large metal bowl. "Everything okay honey?" She asked me with her sweet soft voice. "I'm fine, just really tired. I had a long day." I washed my hands,  and put on some gloves to help her with her project.

Later that night when I went home, I noticed Calum forgot his hoodie on my bed. It smelled strongly of him.  I craved it,  it was something I needed to do.  I needed to do it.  So I cut.