Punchbag - Calum Hood (5sos) Alternate Universe [ON HOLD]

1: calum

1: girl all the bad guys want - bowling for soup

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©alum

"She wants me to do boxing!" I yelled. "Boxing!"

Luke shrugged, licking his ice cream. "So?"

"I play football! A non contact, peaceful sport. Not boxing. I'm not even a violent person." I glared at my best friend. Remind me why I ever decided to tolerate him?

"You haven't played football in ages," Luke laughed, not even noticing how annoyed I was. "And Calum, your temper got you into this mess."

"Are you referring to my life?" I asked defensively. "Because it's not a mess. It's just some things aren't going as I originally planned."

"Sure," he said sarcastically. "You planned to put a teacher in hospital for trying to help you?"

"He wasn't trying to help." I muttered. "He was poking his nose in where it wasn't wanted."

"That's his job, Cal."

"Look, who's side are you on here?" I flicked Luke's shoulder and he shrunk away jokily.

"I'm just saying, you're lucky he didn't press charges. And didn't your mum want to send you to counselling? Surely a perfectly harmless physical activity is better that talking it out with a complete idiot," Luke started eating the cone of his ice cream.

"I guess," I said moodily.

"Cheer up, Cal, it could be good fun!" Luke said cheerily. I rolled my eyes and gave him my cone.

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When I got home from the ice cream parlour, I was greeted with my mother. I told her I was willing to do the boxing thing, and she was ecstatic. Sometimes, I really question her sanity. I mean, what's so good about boxing? She told me to ring dad and tell him my 'news' but I didn't want to. Minutes later, my phone rang.

"Sup?" I didn't bother looking at the caller ID, because I knew it would be Luke or Michael. Not either of them together, though, because they hate each other. I don't know why.

"Calum?"

I coughed, sitting up and straightening my back. "Dad?"

"Hello!" He laughed. "Long time no see!"

I laughed along lightly, because it was our little joke. He lives in Los Angeles, and has done since my parents split up years ago, which means I haven't seen him in, like, 12 years. He still phones, sends presents, and does all the dad things. I mean, it's not his fault, mum did kick him out. He's great, really.

"Yeah. Why are you ringing?" I asked, although I already knew the answer. My mother had obviously texted him saying i had news.

"Oh, come on Cal," he said. "What's your news?"

"Mum's making me take up boxing," I sighed.

I heard raucous laughter from down the other end of the phone. "Boxing?! What are you, rocky?" My dad laughed. I went red, but laughed along with him. I dint want him to think I actually wanted to do this.

"I know, it's crazy."

"You're a soccer star, Cal, you should be focusing on that," dad scolded, and it took me few minutes to get what soccer meant. I noticed, for the first time, that my dad had really picked up an American accent.

"Yeah," I said. "Soccer."

"The seasons starting up soon, right?" Dad asked.

I gulped. "I guess?"