Mutism [hood]

Bailey

Calum and I decided to leave school. We took his car because I have yet to pass my driving test. I've taken it tree times, I just haven't passed it. So, I also don't have a car either.

We decided to go to the bestest restaurant ever. Zaxby's.

He pulled up to the parking lot and found a place to park, pretty close to the door. Seeing as it is a school day, not many people were there. There was one elderly couple sitting in the back digging into their chicken. And one lady in scrubs who sat in a booth for two. I guess she is still on a lunch break, it being already 1 pm.

"Can I get a number 3?" I whisper into Calum's ear. Just because I will talk in front of him doesn't mean I'm ready to talk in front of other people.

He nods and goes up to the counter to order while I silently find a place for us to sit. I spot the round booth in the corner and skip over to it, sitting down and sliding all the way to the middle.

A few minutes later and Calum comes to where I'm sitting.

"We are number 136." He says, taking a seat and laying down the reseat on the table.

I find it kid of ridiculous for them to print out those things. There are only five people here, counting me and Calum.

A silence slips over us. I get out my phone, a normal habit of mine and type. "Are you ready to talk about what happened?" He shakes his head.

I don't want to push him, but I would like to know what made him so upset about in the hallway.

"Just trust me." He says, his eyes pleading. I nod.

I pull my lip ring between my teeth, another habit of mine.

"Order 136." A petite blonde calls from the register. Calum stands and walks over to the counter.

He talks to her, avoiding our food which is sitting right in front of him.

Anger boils up in me. It can't be jealousy, right?

I brush it off and focus back on the two. Hehe, I feel like a spy.

The girl twirls her hair, a very bad way to flirt. She says something and he laughs. I wish that I could make him laugh like that. Wait what?

After an entire minute of disgusting flirts, and I've had enough. I jump up from my seat ready to bite this bitch's head off.

I stride myself down to the counter. I smirk from behind Calum, making sure she saw. I walk right up to him and cup my hand around his ear and whisper. "I want my fucking food." He laughs and nods, taking the trey back to the table.

But before I go back to him, I give another smirk and walk to the table.

"Let's eat," Calum says.