✔ Run Baby Run ✖ punk hood au

xiii - calum & the outreach

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Gwen stood there stunned as fück and I couldn't help but to chuckle. She obviously wasn't expecting to see me sitting here, especially the way I reacted a while ago. But here I was, lounging on a comfortable rolling chair listening to music while Gwen just stared at me with eyes wide open.

"So are you gonna show me around or what?" I spoke. Gwen didn't vocally respond and instead just took the seat across from me.

"I need you to sign these papers," Gwen informed, pushing a blue folder across the table to me.

I opened up the folder and looked at the stack of documentation that required my signature. I grabbed a pen from the glass mug that sat at the center of the table and started to sign my name across the bottom line on each page.

"Aren't you even going to read those before signing?" Gwen asked me.

I looked up at her with a smirk, "why? I'm not signing away my life, or agreeing to butt sex with a homeless man am I?"

Gwen cringed, dropping her head into the palm of her hand, clearly disapproving of my fuckery. I guessed she didn't feel like joking around. Once all papers were signed, I stuck it back into the folder and pushed it back to the baby dumpling.

"What's next?" I asked.

"You're going to need a shirt," she told me, pushing the chair back and standing up.

"What's wrong with the one I'm wearing?" I questioned.

"As a volunteer, you need to wear an official shirt. Otherwise no one would ever know you belong here," she explained, rounding the desk to the shelves behind me. She tugged on a black box and pulled off its lid. "Size medium?"

"Because I don't look like some Bible-thumping virgin I can't be taken seriously in this fine establishment?" I taunted, turning the chair to face Gwen. "And yes, size medium."

She snapped her head and furrowed her eyebrows, "that's not what I said."

"That's what you insinuated," I accused.

"No I didn't. You're putting words into my mouth!" Gwen defended, throwing her hands to her hips. Even angry and frustrated, her soft-spoken voice still sounded dainty. She turned her head away from me and rummaged through the box on the shelf.

"Tattoos and piercings aren't any different than the lace bows you wear in your hair. Or how one day you wear flat shoes and the next there's a pair of tattered Converse on your feet. It's a form of expression," I denoted confidently. I sat in silence waiting for a reply or even a sassy comment. She was ignoring me and I could sense the frustration radiating off of her skin.

With my ass still planted in the chair, I used my feet to maneuver myself and the rolling office throne closer to Gwen. She was so short, and despite the fact that I was sitting down, I still met her eye to eye. I grabbed ahold of her waist, an action she didn't expect because she jumped at my sudden touch. I pulled her in closer, examining her face and the way she was reacting to me. Her light skin flushed with pink hues, her deep brown eyes slowly dilated, and I swear I could hear her heartbeat fluttering at a rapid pace as I kept my hands on her waist.

"Cal-Calum w-w-what are you d-doing?" she sputtered, and I smiled at her nervousness as she gulped.

"You're kinda cute when you blush," I disclosed.

I wasn't lying; I didn't say that just to kiss ass. Gwen was the epitome of an obedient and well-behaved girl. Her clean-cut, polished look in addition to her makeup, or lack thereof, was a turn-on, especially because her minimalist lifestyle stood out in a crowd to me. Despite her prudish ways, and the overtly annoying principles she chose to live by, Gwen was in no doubt an attractive girl.