Axel

Mixed Emotions

I started packing up my supplies for home at around 6 in the evening, hoping that Callum had left the house by then. I was just stuffing the last paintbrush into the bag when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Callum- I..." I began to say, knowing it was him.

"Nevermind that." he replied. " Your mom sent me to come get you."

"Why'd she do that?" I asked.

"She's worried about you, I guess." he mumbled, staring at his shoes.

"Believe me," I responded. " She's not worried. I've stayed out for almost 2 days once and all I receved was one phone call to ask if I was okay."

"So what are you saying." he asked me.

"She sent you out her on purpose, Callum. That's obviously what she did, but it's not working. She's trying to set us up." I said, angrily shoving the paintbrush into the bag and forcing it shut. I hurled the bag over my shoulder and trudged through the soft mud to my car. Callum followed quietly and I was kinda self concious.

So what do you think my clumsy ass self did next? Why, I fell on the floor right into the mud. That was almost as desperate as me shouting, ' Hark! My Prince of the Charming. Do save me from the depths of this frothy substance!'

Ugh.

I was weighed down by the huge bag and unable to get up. Suddenly, two arms lifted me out of the mud, taking the bag up with me.

"Uh...." I said, nervously, looking into Callum's face.

He was expressionless. I looked down at my hands, embarrased that he was carrying me to the car as if I were a child.

"You can put me down now." I said, after a few steps.

'Who says I want to." he said, under his breath.

I closeed my eyes tightly wishing that this wasn''t happening. Unfortunately no magical genie jumped out to grant my wish, so I was stuck in his arms like a baby. He placed me in the back seat and wrapped a blanket around me.

Um... what?

THEN, he jumped into the driver's seat of MY car and turned on the engine.

'What-" I tried to ask but he turned up the radio extremely loud so he could hear me.

JERK.

I fell asleep in about 15 minutes of drivin.

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I woke up next morning in my bed. A thin shaft of light dimly lit the room. I sat up and yawned loudly, stretching my arms above me head. I pulled a pair of bright pink fuzzy socks on, dragged a long hoodie on over my head and went into the bathroom. Carefully, shutting the door behind me, I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair into a messy french braid.

I quickly ran down the stair at the scent of crispy bacn frying.

Mom was at her usual spot by the stove. Dad would be at work. But, the TV was blaring loud and clear.

"'Morning." I said, biting into a juicy apple from the fruit bowl.

"Morning dear." mom replied.

"Who's in the living room. Isn't Dad at work?" I asked, hearing continued screeches of monster trucks coming from the living room.

"Oh, it's just Callum." she mumbled, adding more raw bacon to the cooking oil.

"Callum!" I yelled. " Why are you letting him stay here?!"

"Didn't you hear?" mom calmly replied. " His parents had to leave on business and asked if we could keep him. So I said fine."

"WITHOUT ASKING ME?" I continued yelled. " Ugh." I stormed into the living room with my plate of bacon and eggs and sat as far as possible on the sofa from Callum.

Admittedly, I wanted to tell Callum I loved him, but he just makes everything so difficult.

I tried to chew the bacon as softly as possible but everytime my teeth touched a piece it made a loud crunch.

'Good morning beautiful." he said,after a few moments of silence.

"Good morning," I replied trying to be civilised.

I felt his eyes looking up and down my legs and quickly tried to finish my bacon. I choked. FLAWLESS. I quickly shoved the last piece of bacon into my mouth and hurried to the kitchen.

"Wait." he said as I reached the door.

I stopped in my tracks as if there was an invisible wall blocking the way.

"What?" I mumbled, nervously.

"Me and a couple of friends are going to the beach later. Come with?" he asked.

"Why not." I replied, my heart beating quickly. " it's not like I have anything better to do."

 I dumped my plate in the kitchen sink, rank up the stairs and dialed Kimberlee's number.

"Kimmy!" I said, when she'd answered.

"Wassup girlie." she answered.

"So, Callum just invited me to the beach, right? Wanna come?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I can't." she responded sadly.

'Why?" I asked, slowly.

"Sadie got run over by a speeding drunk driver. She's hurt pretty bad. Doctors say she could probably die."