Insanity

03

My blue eyes met his brown ones, while I felt my lips part.

What was he doing in my house, and with Ashton?

I looked down and walked into the kitchen looking for Nicole, shouting her name. Feet scampered down the stairs and then she ran to Ashton.

I rolled my eyes and looked to Calum who was already looking at me. I walked over to him.

"Why are you here?" I crossed my arms. While he furrowed his thick eyebrows.

"Geeze no hello Calum, thanks for the ride Calum?" he smirked as I stood there growing impatient. "Okay, well I was with Ashton. He said we were going to Nicole's house who as you know is his girlfriend. I said okay, he drove my car here," he dragged on, "for the record. I didn't know you two were related," and with that he walked off.

Where could he be going. It's my freaking house. What if he steals something? What if he breaks something? Ugh.

I walk up the stairs to my attic room and fall on the bed. After a few minutes of trying to get comfortable, I finally lay with my head touching the ground off the foot of my bed. I closed my eyes and just hung there for a while.

Soon there was a light knock on my door.

"Come in," I yelled. I turned my head to see Calum walking in. He immediately laughed.

"What are you doing?" he laughed as I fought a smile.

"Nothing just hanging around," I smiled and sat up.

"I like your room," he walked over to my wall with pictures hung all over it. Most of them are of me, Carmen, luke and Michael.  Others are baby pictures or pictures with my sister.

"Why? Cause there's this..this huge house with a lot of empty space yet I choose the attic,  farthest room away from everyone?" I said sarcastically.

"Um nooo," he shifted uncomfortably,  "Because it's customized snd it kind of reflects you I guess," he laughed and sat on the floor by my bed, still looking at me.

"You don't even know me," I whispered.

"Of course I do," He rolled his eyes. I gave him a questioning look.

"Your the rich-" he started but I cut him off.

"No I'm not okay! Of course you think I'm this stuck up rich girl that has a perfect life and perfect parents and perfect grades but I'm not.  I am sick of people judging me. You know why I never drive to school? So no one knows how much that car costs. I never have anyone over to my house for this reason. Everyone thinks I'm a rich, snotty, obnoxious and bratty girl but I'm not. So just don't," He was looking down to me through my little speech. He crossed his arms and looked into my eyes.

"You didn't let me finish," He laughed. Does he think this is funny? "Your the rich girl who is terribly misunderstood. She hates her title as wealthy so she tries to hide it. She's nothing like what you'd expect her to be," He started to leave but I cought up to him and stood infront of the door.

"That's not what you were going to say before I interrupted you," I looked into his gleaming eyes.

"You don't know that, you don't know anything. You only know what you want to know, not what you need to," He whispered, barely audible and managed to open the door and slip away.

I'm exhausted. It's one in the morning and I'm still thinking about what Calum told me. What is wrong with me. I can't belive tomorrow's only Tuesday. I don't think I can handle this week.

Today went by extremely fast while it slipped into Wednesday,  the boring day I'm ending right now. I start walking out of the school to say goodbye to my friends when the man of the hour walks up to me.

"So I've been thinking," he starts off.

"About what, Calum," I roll my eyes.

"Why we do the things we do." He states, disregarding my rude comment.

"What do you mean exactly?" I ask as we cross the streat and begin to walk to my house. The reason why he's walking me is unknown but I will not interupt his ranting, he's a hard person to figure out and dosn't normaly open up to anyone so I'm told. I want to know what he was thinking about.

"Why do we do the things we do. We go to school for, for what? So when we get older after, more school, we can get a job to get a better job to pay bills? It dosn't make sense.  No one is living, expesially me. I'm a cooped up unsociable freak who's supposably an ass kicker, just trying to get by. And for what? Eventually nothing right? I mean, we go through so much pain and there's no meaning behind it,"

"Maybe there is. Maybe your supposed to find your meaning and all the suffering is just the scary ride leading up to it. It's the rising action of our story and maybe the climax will make it all worth it? I shrugged. He stopped for a second and then looked at me.

"I-I gotta go," he stuttered before running off. Hes really giving me whiplash. One minute he's rude and arrogant,  the next he's funny and comforting,  the next he's curious and thoughtful and then back to rude. I have no idea what I am supposed to feel towards Calum, all I know is I need to figure him out.