book life [c.h.].

Chapter 5

Lani

 

 “I think that’s how sponges were made…” Calum ended his statement of how sponges were produced. I don’t even know how our conversation ended up with sponges…. Whatever we talked about, it was amazing anyway because we talked for an hour and I ended knowing a lot about him. Like his last name was Hood, he liked monkeys, and his middle name was Thomas. Thomas reminded me of the TV show with those scary looking trains. So now, I can tease him, which would probably make him mad, but what’s the point? I’m already good at this socializing thing.

“I don’t know if they’d come out of a SpongeBob’s ass though,” I said, a little confused because Calum had clarified that SpongeBob and Patrick having sex made sponges. He shrugged as if the conversation didn’t matter anymore.

I sipped my cup, the taste of air coming through my mouth. I frowned as I looked to see that there was no more coffee. I enjoyed the bitter taste of it. I got up and emerged my way to throw the coffee away. Plucking it in the trashcan, I walked back, pulling every little detail of my clothing to make it look more swag (Though, I don’t really get the point of swag. It basically means curtains). As I walked back, I bumped into a muscular man with a vanilla latté in his hand, fresh out of the oven, that had spilled all over the front of my shirt. It stained my whole top, leaving a big darkened stain. I gasped as the hot liquid ran down my arm and I quickly ran over to get a napkin.

“Sorry!” the man yelped too as the substance also stained his shirt. He grabbed tissues too and started whipping his shirt while grunting.

“Its fine,” I forgave, while a million cuss words appeared in my mind. I took a bunch of tissue – more than I need – and started rubbing them all over myself. Red spots dotted my arms from where the steaming hot coffee touched my skin. I hated life right now.

Calum clutched my arm from behind and I twirled to see him wrap his jacket around my shoulders, quickly before I could think what was happening. Just a nice gesture I’m assuming, nothing special. But I could smell his rich cologne on his jacket and it made me go wild. It didn’t fit me, but it was big enough so it went down to my hips, giving me warmth. I just wanted to cuddle with his jacket.  

“Are you okay?” Calum asked in a concern voice.

“YeahI’mfine,” I breathed out all at once. I really didn’t need pity, it made me look weaker and I wasn’t going for that weakling type.

“Lets get you home,” Calum said, walking out beside me to the streets of the cute vintage town.

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On the way back to the library, we were silent the whole time. There was nothing to talk about, but all I heard were leaves blowing in the air, and the sound of chirping birds. Autumn was coming and I liked that it was near. It’d mean that I could wear big sweaters and jeans that comforted me wherever I go so I wouldn’t look like a hobo. It was also the month for sleeping in so that got me excited.

We arrived to the library shortly (it seemed quicker than the way over to Starbucks) and I thanked him for the drinks. I could’ve repaid him, but he said he didn’t need it. I thanked him again, not just because of the drinks, but also because of helping me gain socialization and for walking into my eyes. Lord knows that Calum was one sexy guy.