What? The fuck?
What was that about?
Calum just kissed me...Is this a dream?
Is my self conscious fucking with me?
Maybe I just need to go to bed.
As I make my way upstairs, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.
'Maybe it's him.' My subconscious says, making me bring my hopes up.
I smile and quickly pull my phone out. "Oh..." I frown as I see a text from Leslie.
I sigh and unlock the phone, going straight to the message.
"Are you ok?" It says.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I'm lying through my teeth, but I don't want to explain what just happened. I'm too tired, so I'll just save it for the morning.
I walk into my room and collapse onto the bed. I lay there, my face burried into the mattress.
I lift my head up quickly and furrow my eyebrows. "Where the fuck is my mom?" I mumble to myself.
I feel around the bed for my phone, grabbing it, then propping myself up on my elbow.
I speedily dial her number and wait, she ends up answering on the second ring.
"Hello?" She says and I can tell she was sleeping, just like how I should be.
"Mom, where are you?" I ask, worry running all throughout my voice.
"Oh, I'm at Robert's house. I'm sorry, I forgot to call." She simply replies.
"Okay." We say our goodbyes before I hang up the phone.
I stand up and plug the charger into my phone, then turning on my music, just letting whatever song that comes on play.
I kick off my pants and undo my bra, letting out a sigh as I do so.
I throw the piece of clothing into the hamper, sliding back into bed quickly after that.
"I hate this song.." I mutter to myself. It reminds me of him and our fucked up relation-...Whatever it was.
I frown and unlock my phone, pressing the repeat button that's on the music player.
I sigh as I stare up at the ceiling, watching as it gets darker and darker.
At that moment, I hear the song faintly playing in the background, the tears begin to well up in my eyes. "Fuck.." I sniffle, the tears finally dropping from my eyes.
I just finally came to the realization that he's not coming back and he never is. I shouldn't have told him to fuck off because maybe I wouldn't be in this situation.
Yet I will not be someone's side chick, someone's side bitch.
What does it mater anyways? He didn't care about me..He just wanted to get in my pants.
He just thought of me as some whore, a booty call even. He didn't even think of me as a friend.
But without him in my life, I feel so...Empty, alone even. He made me feel happy.
He fucked me up so bad, I don't know how I'll get over him, in all honesty.
Even if I were to be with someone else, I'd probably still have these damn reoccurring thoughts of him..It's not fair. Why am I the only one feeling like this?
After thinking about the situation, what happened and the kiss with Calum, I finally fall asleep with a damp pillow and tear stained cheeks...
The next morning, I wake up and sigh, turning over onto my back, staring up yet again at the ceiling.
I turn my head and glance over at my phone that's sitting on the nightstand, my music still playing, but a light notification is flashing on my phone, indication that I've gotten a message.
My eyebrows knit together and I reach over, grabbing my phone and putting it off the charger.
"What the fuck?" I murmur to myself as I look at the screen, Luke's name right there at the top.
I open it and quickly scan the message, not expecting much, probably another booty call, but it's far from that.
"Hello. For the last words to you, I just wanted to say you're awesome and thanks for everything. :)"
Are you fucking kidding me?
I quickly delete the message and throw my phone lightly, making it land onto the foot of the bed.
"Fuck off." I mumble, standing up and walk to the bathroom.
I need to find a new guy.
And I know exactly who to call..
