Calum.

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I woke up dazed and confused. I couldn't tell where I was. As I sat up my head started to pound.  I looked around the room and noticed how unfamiliar it was.  Where the fuck was I?  The room did have a familiar smell to it. 

I looked around and tried to shuffle the extremely oversized blanket off my body.  The door then opened and Calum walked in, wearing a black tank top and basketball shorts.  

"You were pretty wasted last night." He said while tossing me a pill bottle and a water bottle.  I felt like throwing up,  but I sat and consumed what he gave me.  "Why'd you take care of me though? I thought you hated me..."  I asked him.  He shook his head.  "I dunno, just felt like it."  Calum sat on a stool directly across from the bed, and got into a thinking type of position. 

He shuffled and rested his hands on his legs.  "Maybe I should go..." I stood up and wobbled my way out.  Calum had a serious yet concerned look on his face.  Why though? 

As I found my way to the exit, nobody stopped me.  Mali was nowhere to be seen.  That's it I'm never partying with her again... I made my way halfway down the road when I noticed my phone was missing... was it at the party?  Calum's?  I turned around to head back to Calum's and ask. 

It was weird though, because Calum was following me.  How long was he going to follow me before saying anything?  He held out my phone.  "I thought you'd be needing this."  He mumbled under his breath, and then turned away to leave. 

I continued to walk town the route to my house.  I saw my house and the empty lot.  My parents must have been at the bakery.   I stumbled inside the house wanting to collapse.  What the fuck did I drink last night? 

I crawled my way towards the couch and crashed.