Sunshine All The Time Makes A Desert (Cake Boyxboy)

Sunshine All The Time Makes A Desert (9)

*Calum’s POV*

That night I cried. I cried like a fucking baby.

And I hated myself for that. I hated myself for crying over him.

I didn’t regret “breaking up” with him, so I had no idea why I was crying. Maybe it had something to do with Luke ignoring me the whole day. We didn’t talk in math, we didn’t send each other small notes in Spanish, we didn’t even sit together at lunch. I tried to convince myself that it was for the best, that he wasn’t worth it, but it was hard to just stop thinking about him.

Actually, I’m pretty sure I know why I was crying.

It happened after school. Normally Luke would drive me home, but that was obviously not going to happened today, but I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over the parking lot. My eyes found his car in less than a second, and I’m pretty sure my heart stopped. Him and Amber was almost having sex up against his car. His hands were everywhere at her body, her hands was running through his hair. It was disgusting to look at.

I turned around, hoping to get away, before he saw me.

But, apparently, the world wasn’t on my side that day.

Matty (who was standing only a couple of meters away from Luke and mrs. Slutty) called after me.

“Hey, Calum!”

I turned to look at him, and in the same second I saw Luke lifting his head from Amber’s neck, and he looked around. His eyes met mine, but he turned his head away, and started eating Amber’s face (or kissing, idk what they were doing)

He knew I was there. He knew I could see him. He knew how it broke my heart. And he looked pretty damn satisfied with it.

My mom called me down for dinner, but I got here convinced that I was feeling ill, so I couldn’t come down and eat. She even told me to stay home from school the next day if I didn’t feel better, which was great, because then I wouldn’t have to see Luke.

The next morning I got my mom convinced that I still was ill (thank God, I took a drama class a few years back, or else she wouldn’t have believed me).

After she left for work, I started to get a little bit bored. I didn’t really know what to do. So, I ended up with my computer, watching Netflix.

It was only around 8:12 am, when he texted me.

He asked me where I was. I didn’t answer.

He asked me if I was sick. I didn’t answer.

He asked me if I was coming to Spanish later. I didn’t answer.

He didn’t stop texting me, and I know he wouldn’t stop before I answered him, so I gave in.

From Calum: ‘Stop texting me.’

Wow, great text Calum, there you go.

From Luke: ‘Please, just tell me where you are!’

Why did he even care? Stupid Luke.

From Calum: ‘no’

He didn’t answer, which I didn’t complain about, so I just started the movie again.

It took him 7 minutes to drive to my house, so he must have broken pretty much all kind of laws to get here. Not that I cared. At all.

He didn’t even knock, he just slammed the door open, and walked in. Maybe I should start locking the door.

He saw me siting on the couch, only wearing me boxers and a blanket, and he came over and sat down beside me.

“Calum, I…”

I didn’t let him finish before I interrupted.

“Go away, Luke”

“No” His answer didn’t really surprise me.

“I’m serious, Luke. I don’t want you here” I tried to move away a bit, but he just moved along, until I was leaning against the armrest. Luke was so close, that he was hovering over me.

“Are you sure about that?” his voice was low and raspy, unfortunately the way I loved it, and he leaned in a bit more.

“sto-stop it” dID I JUST STUTTER? AGAIN? AND IN A WHISPERING VOICE?? OH NO!

Luke’s smirked at me. He knew me too well. He knew what I wanted. And I knew what he wanted.

(A/N: I’m going to hell for this)

Suddenly his lips were on mine, our tongues fighting for domination. His shirt got thrown down on the floor. My hands was all over his body. I touched his chest, down his stomach, and up again. I was laying down on the couch, and Luke started grinding on my semi-hard one. He ran his right hand through my hair, while the left one was holding him up. I moaned. I started undoing his pants, when I heard a car door slam shut outside. Shit.

I threw Luke off, of me, and he landed on the floor. I took his shirt, and pushed him up the stairs, and we made it to my room, only seconds before I heard my mom’s voice from the kitchen. She just had to pick up a few things, and then she would be going back to work again.

Luke walked closer to me. He pushed me against the wall, kissing my neck lustfully. I suddenly snapped out of it. What the hell were we doing? Yesterday he and his girlfriend was making out. We were fighting. He ignored me.

I pushed him away.

He took a step closer.

I tried to push again, but he grabbed my wrists. I couldn’t move.

His beautiful crystal-blue eyes met mine, and I lost my breath. How could someone so perfect be so awful?

I had to do something, I just didn’t know what. Should I try to push him away again? Should I kiss him?

He made the decision for me, when he leaned in, his lips only a few centimetres from mine.

Our lips didn’t touch. He was waiting. Waiting for me to make the decision. It was up to me if I wanted to keep him or leave him?

I think I surprised both of us, when I leaned in and kissed him.