Calum.

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Calum

I fell for her. Hard. I even kissed her. But I fucked up, I hurt her. I couldn't let how I felt for her progress. The last time I dated anyone,  I got hurt.  Bad. I was not going to get hurt again. I had to hurt her, before she could ever hurt me.

The whole week was one of the hardest weeks of my life. I moved back into my house, got arrested after my own mom called the police on me for beating my step dad; even though it was self defense, and I bullied Hazel. When I saw her I was just so mean to her.  I glared at her, and even kicked her under the tables.  I shoved her, made comments. You name it, I did it. That was the hardest thing, and on top of that I think I found out Hazel hurts herself...

Hazel acted odd though.  I've never seen it before. First she was hurting herself, from what I assumed it was.  Then it's like the next day she walked in a whole new person. As much as I bullied her, she bounced right back. One day she came in with some type of green smoothie bullshit shake thing, new hair, and she wasn't wearing what she typically wears. She wore new brighter colors.

This whole week she's changed completely. Sometimes she won't even look at me,  as if she no longer cares.   As if I'm not even there. It's just what I've planned but...it hurt me a lot to realize what I've done, but I couldn't risk getting hurt like before. 

"Why the fuck do you keep looking at me Hood?" She snarled at me. I was shocked, even though I shouldn't be. "Shut up Hazel. I'm sick of your shit." I responded back.  "Calum! What is your issue!? All I ever did was try to help you... and you act like this?! No wonder why you're alone..." 

After another detention, on my way home, I was nearing the bakery she just so happened to work at.  The bakery was on the way to my house unfortunately. 

I could see her through the window working at the register. She stopped and just stared at me, eventually turning away, and walking into the back. She walked so much more confident than I ever seen before. That was my que to leave the scene and go.

I approached my house.  Empty drive way.  I walked inside to silence.  They must be out drinking or something.  My phone rang, which was odd considering nobody called me.  It was my sister, Mali.