Shy // Calum Hood

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Calum's P.O.V.
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It had been a week since I'd spoken to Bailey on the phone. I keep trying to apologise, but every time she sees me, she walks the other direction.
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Ashton is trying to ring me every day and I just can't bring myself to talk to him. I think I know deep down he would never do anything with Bailey, and Bailey would never do anything with him, but I just can't help feeling like he's betrayed me.
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I've seen the other boys once and it was really awkward, none of us had anything to say. The one thing they wanted to talk about was off limits and they knew it.
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I'd been begging Mali for some advice and she had told me that I should of let Ash explain at the Café and none of this would of happened, I know she's right, I know I really messed it up this time.
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Suddenly I was abruptly being shoved into a blindfolded and swiftly forced behind a door. Loud hollering all around me and nothing but confusion filling my mind.
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What the hell was going on?
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Some shuffling could be heard before I smelt the overpowering smell of cheap perfume, making me turn my nose up in disgust. "Calum baby, take of the silly mask. Don't you want to see my pretty face?"
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I immediately lurched forward trying to grasp ahold of her. Klara. Of course. Who fricking else? I couldn't get far at all, the two strong people gripping onto me tightly either side. I heard her cackle, her laughter making my insides squirm.
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I was shoved downwards into my seat by a firm hand on each shoulder, My wrists were tied onto the chair as I sat there helplessly. One boy yanked the piece of material that had been covering my eyes off, exposing my eyes to the whole room.
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As I assumed, Klara stood before me, two of her kiss up boys that she clearly had wrapped around her finger, either side of me. She smirked devilishly before taking a brown envelope out of her bag. "Now baby, I don't want a sad Callywally when he sees this, okay?"
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I rolled my eyes but instantly grew nervous. She sat down onto my lap causing me to try and pull out of the rope holding my hands down in order to push her off.
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She leant forward as I forced my head as far away as it could go. "Come on Cal, we used to sit like this all the time." She whispered in a husky tone making me wince in disgust.
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She slowly opened the envelope, pulling out three separate images, she began shuffling through them, making sure I got a good view of each one.
My heart sank. I felt mad then heart broken then sick and then mad again. I felt as though I was changing into the Incredible Hulk, I was so livid.
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They lied to me! They said they hadn't done anything! They said they were just being friendly. These images suggest far from friendly, do you kiss your friends? Do you hold hands with your friends?
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". . . Where did you get those?" I croaked, pain coursing through me. She laughed as at my desperate manner. "I said, where the hell did you get those photos?" I yelled directly in her ear.
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She jumped slightly at my outburst, before straightening herself back out again on my lap and bringing out facts closer together once more."I live near her remember? You know where I live baby. Don't pretend like you've forgotten." She purred, running a finger up and down my arm seductivly.
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I shook my head. "You're lying to me, these are fake. You're lying to me!" I raised my voice again, distraught.
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She trailed her hand down to my stomach, lifting up my t-shirt slightly and tracing circles on my stomach. "How on earth could I fake a picture baby? I'm sorry Calum but it happened. The whole date with Ashton, he was telling me how he wanted to get with Bailey. He even asked me for advice."
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I began shaking my head viciously. I couldn't believe this, but it looked so real. His lips against hers, them holding hands, her sat on his lap and laughing. All the images were now permanently imprinted in my brain.
"I need to get out of here." I breathed out as Klara's hand movements began to get lower.
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Klara laughed at my desperation, still sat on my lap, she rearranged her self so that she was now straddling me, her hand finally coming to a halt and resting on my shoulder. She ground down onto my hips before leaning in. I looked all directions trying to escape, but I just couldn't.
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Before I knew it, her lips were pressed against mine and I was too upset to care. I wanted to hurt Bailey like she had hurt me. I wanted to upset her back.
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I heard a camera snapping some pictures, encouraging me to kiss Klara harder. Two can play at this game Bailey.
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When it finally ended Klara let out an awful smile, I knew it was genuine because it repulsed me. I hated seeing her happy.
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She sighed in content, rubbing my shoulders, still trying to seduce me. "Can I go?" I asked blandly causing Klara to frown.
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"You don't . . . You don't want to say anything else to me?" Her voice softened as she shooed the other boys out of the room. "Nothing at all?"
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I shook my head. "I have nothing to say to you." I still despised her. She will always be the girl who ruined my life.
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She took a pained breath at my reaction, her eyes glazing over slightly as she rested her forehead against mine. "I know what I did was wrong, but can't you remember how it was before that? How good we were together? I miss you baby, it's been three years and I still miss you." She told me, her voice dripping with desperation.
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"I hate you." I growled. "Now let me go." I instructed forcefully.
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Her cheeks flushed as she took a few moments to take in what I said.
"I was just pulling your leg Hood, I want you to be miserable. I hate you too." She attempted to sound threatening but quite honestly, she only sounded hurt.
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She untied my wrists before letting me free. I immediately ran to the school which the boys attended, checking my watch to see I only had five minutes before they would be let out.
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I was so mad. Some friend he was. I hated him. I hated her. How could they do this to me?
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People quickly began to filter out after a long, loud bell soared through the building. I waited patiently outside, my mind replying the images in my head over and over. I soon saw Ashton and Luke with some other guy, strolling out, too lost in their own little conversation to notice me.
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Anger bubbled inside of me just at the sight of him. I charged over to him, absolutely fuming. "Calum, what are you-"
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I cut Ashton off as my fist collided with his jaw. He stumbled back, cupping his new wound in pain. "Calum! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Luke yelled, shoving me back.
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It pushed me a few steps back, but I soon shook it off and raced forward again, punching Ashton again once I got near enough, and then again. He stood there helplessly, wincing and grunting in pain.
"Why aren't you fighting back? Fight me back!" I punched him in the nose this time, blood gushing out. I needed him to fight me back.
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"I don't fight my friends." He said weakly. I scowled at him viciously.
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"We are not friends." I spat venomously, storming towards him again, gripping him by his school tie. Luke tried to pull me away but I shoved him off with ease. "I can't believe you! You kissed her?" I bellowed into his face. I punched him again before he could respond. "Fight me back!" I begged, desperate. Luke re-appeared, shoving me to the ground next to him.
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"We're not friends. A friend wouldn't kiss Bailey, and you did. You fucking did." My voice broke as I began to cry, my anger drained, only leaving the hurt. "You fucking kissed her and I fucking hate you for it." I sobbed, heaving myself slowly back up again.
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"What the hell are you talking about Calum?" Ashton groaned, leaning back onto the curb of the pavement and dragging a hand down his face, smearing vibrant red blood across his mouth. He was clearly in too much pain to talk properly.
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"Klara showed me the pictures, I've seen you two kissing, touching, you wanted to take her from me!" I pulled my shirt up to hide my face, ashamed of how upset I was. I was close to sobbing. I could barley see, everything was a blur and I felt only dizziness.
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"Calum, Klara is trying to trick you."
Luke told me, his voice low and assertive. I could hear him shuffling about between the two of us and I knew he was lost with what to do.
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"I saw exactly how you two were looking at each other. How you two touched each other." I said shakily, a lump clogging my throat.
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"Ashton!" I heard a voice yell, concerned. Wait . . . I knew that voice. I pulled my shirt from my eyes to see Bailey stood over Ashton, helping him up.
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She span her head around to see me standing there and worked out what had happened immediately.
"You did this?" Her face flooded with anger. "What the hell were you thinking? Have you lost your bloody mind?" She yelled, storming over to me and shoving me in the chest causing me to stumble backwards a step or two.
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"He thinks we kissed." Ashton informed her, clutching his side in pain. Bailey rushed to his aid immediately, shooting me a wicked pair of daggers as she wrapped her arm around his hobbling body.
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I stood there helplessly, ashamed of what I had done. This wasn't me, I wasn't this person. When Ashton gave Bailey the all clear, she drew her attention quickly back to yelling at me. "He is your best friend, and you believed Klara over me and him? I told you, nothing had happened, and you wouldn't listen! Why don't you trust me?"
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I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Oh Christ, I had been so stupid.
So, so very stupid.
"I-I . . ." I trailed off shaking my head. It was a valid question, one to which I had no answer.
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She sighed and the anger drained away, hurt replacing it instead. "When Klara showed me those pictures, I thought you would have some sense and look closer." I watched shamefully as she pulled out three identical photos to the ones earlier and threw them at me.
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Luke began helping Ashton to walk away. Great, how had I just managed to loose just about everyone with my own stupidity?
"You coming Bailey?" The tall, blonde boy turned around briefly.
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She nodded, sighing. "I'll be one minute, don't worry I'll catch up." She instructed. She watched me carefully, waiting patiently. This was my time to apologise, why do I find that so hard? Why couldn't I just say sorry?
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And then, I'd waited too long and she was livid. I missed my chance. "I never want to see you again. I hate you Calum." She spat, running off to catch up with Ashton and Luke, the strange boy they were originally with, long gone.
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I bent down to pick up the photos Bailey had just thrown, scanning them over cautiously. I groaned, looking closer, realising that it wasn't even Bailey and Ashton in those photos, just two people kissing. How could I have been so stupid?