strippers sitch ❥ cth

❥ ten

sage

sage always slept best after a good cry. so when she woke herself up at seven, and realized she had a 7:30 class twenty minutes away, she shot out of bed and out of the house without a second thought.

she ran as quietly as possible to the kitchen to grab a banana, where she was met with ashton, who simply asked "frankie?"

not two minutes later, the boy's driver frankie has pulled up outside and sage ran outside to meet the car. soon enough, she was in her first class of the morning, which was thankfully yoga - sage hadn't bothered to change before she left, so she was clad in calum's grey sweatshirt and sweatpants. as marlee walked in to grab a mat and sit with sage (the girls had very different majors, so this was their only class together) she rushed over with her phone in hand.

"did you see just jared?! molly from the X sent it to me, she said she knew it was calum's house... is that where you were these past two nights?"

sage looked confused, so marlee pulled out her phone to show sage a news article.

"BRUNETTE BOMBSHELL SEEN LEAVING BAD BOY HEARTTHROB CALUM HOOD'S LA PENTHOUSE EARLY AM"

sage was at a loss for words. when had she been photographed? she hadn't seen anyone nearby when she'd left, but there she was, getting into the car. "there's no way to identify you in this, all you can see is a brunette getting into a car. but hey, jared says you're a bombshell!" marlee said to sage, as she was shushed by the rest of the class. (marlee wasn't the best about the silent part of silent meditation.) sage spent the rest of the class lost in thought, not sure what to do about this, not even noticing marlee continuously falling over in every yoga pose. the rest of sage's day was spent daydreaming in class, before studying with marlee and falling asleep at nine thirty.

CALUM

unsurprisingly, calum received an email with a link to the just jared article the minute it was published. he opened it, read through it, and once he realized sage couldn't be identified, closed out. that was the easy part - the email itself was from modest!, and they were happy about the press they were getting from the article. they were so happy, in fact, that they decided calum was to go out tonight and bring some friends (picked for him, of course) to keep the press rolling.

with that exciting news, calum started his pre-being-forced-to-go-out routine: readings books in his library all day.

calum loved reading. english was always his best class in school, and he loved to visit libraries and book stores when touring. he loved being immersed in stories, and losing days reading as many books as he could get his hands on. they took his mind off of life, so when he was being forced to party, he could at least spend the majority of the day reading.

at nine thirty that night, the boy's driver frankie parked the rolls royce in front of calum and ashton's apartment, already filled with michael, luke, some friends, and models that modest! had invited along for the night.

the two boys came out a minute later, dressed in the outfits that has been sent to the house. ashton was in a casual suit, and calum was in black slacks and a white polka-dotted button up.

soon enough, they arrived at the club and headed to the vip tables. the rest of the night was spent making the most of it - if calum had to go out, he might as well try to enjoy it. shots were poured, music was played, and calum and nadia, one of the models who came with them, became friends. as the night went on, and everyone became more and more intoxicated, calum and nadia split away from the group of friends dancing and like in a trance, headed to the back. next thing he knew, nadia's lips were on calum's neck, and he wasn't seeming to mind one bit. they moved to his lips, where he kissed back, hard. next thing he knew she was dragging him out of the front of the club, and calum completely forgot about the paparazzi until nadia leaned up and kissed him as they got into the car and heard cameras flash.

at this point, calum was close to passing out from alcohol in his system, so when nadia and calum arrived back to his place (where they were met with more paps), calum dragged himself up to his room and fell dead asleep on his bed, much to nadia's dismay.

calum slept heavily that night, and when he woke up, he found a vaguely familiar girl on the other side of the bed. not remembering what happened, he grabbed his phone, only to find multiple articles posted with photos of him and the girl (who was fully clothed next to him) partying last night.

he opened his texts to find a few new recent chats- some from friends, one from ashton, and one from marlee. he'd gotten her number when he'd dropped flowers off for sage, but he wasn't exactly ecstatic to see a text from her that read:

marlee

you're an idiot, hood. don't come around, and leave sage the hell alone or i will come for you.
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it was that moment that calum realized he had totally, utterly, fucked up.

————————————————————— hi friends!! i have an actual plot line so im here to stay!!

(what's gonna happen next oooo)