Austin Mahone saved me...

Move on

Callin's P.O.V

Every hour seemed like a day. I stopped going to school since the incident in the hall with Kim. Everyone knew my secret; I had become addicted to drugs because I was only happy when I was high. Everyone had left me to get on with their own lives . I was such a lowlife and no one cared. Everyone had someone, apart from me. Maybe if I hadn't have gotten so attached to Austin, then I wouldn't feel so lonely.

I spent my days sitting in Alex's bedroom, with the window open, smoking. The photographs of Austin and I were sprawled out on the floor in front of me. I flicked my lighter on and off; to burn or not to burn? If I burnt each photograph to ashes, maybe I wouldn't feel so much pain. Each time the flame got close enough to start burning the corner, I would instantly move it away, wanting to keep the memory of him alive.

His perfect face haunted me in my sleep. He just wouldn't leave me alone. It was as if he wanted to leave me behind broken hearted. 'I'm sorry' kept on echoing in my mind, making a tear trickle down my cheek. If he was sorry he would have come back, or called me back.

The door suddenly opened, followed by them choking, I didn't bother to look back. Just piled the photos in order and took one more look at the message on the back, before putting them away safely.

"God Cal, it reeks in here!" Zach complained.

I had gotten so used to the smell of smoke, I hadn't noticed how strong the smell was. My eyes widened as I turned to look at him. He shook his head at me.

"Who is stocking you up? This is unbelievable, there are loads of used cigarettes all over the place, it's a mess!" he exclaimed as he picked up a handful of used cigarettes and threw them at me.

Frowning at him, I stood up. "Sarah has been coming up. The good thing about her is that she's so sweet that I can intimidate her into getting me more cigarettes. Her older brother smokes so she just gives him the money, and then I get more cigarettes!"

"It's better than you doing crack..." Zach said bitterly to himself.

He then opened the blinds, making me squint as I hadn't seen daylight. "That's it. I am taking you out!"

"Where?" I whined.

Zach started rummaging through my draws, chucking a white vest top and a pair of black, skin tight trousers at me. He smirked as he started slowly going through my underwear draw. I let out a growl as he picked up a black frilly pair that Luce had brought for me as a joke for my birthday as an 'extra'.

"Nice panties!" He teased, throwing the bra and knickers at me.

"Fuck off you disgusting twat!" I snapped.

Letting out a sigh, I went to the bathroom to get changed. Why did he have to spend time with me now? No one had cared about me for weeks, just left me on my own to smoke my lungs out. Anyway, Zach was usually with Luce everyday, why did he suddenly want to spend time with me?

Sliding the white vest top over my head, I then slipped on the trousers. They were usually skin tight on me, but now they were slightly baggy. Looking in the mirror I turned to the side and examined my body. It still looked exactly the same. Not perfect.
Sighing, I exited the bathroom to find an impatient Zach. There was something definitely wrong with him...

"So where are we going?" I asked.

Zach shrugged. "I was thinking that maybe we could go bowling..."

Really, bowling. I had to bite my tongue to stop a sarcastic comment flying from my mouth. It was obvious that Zach needed a friend right now, and no one seemed to care apart from him.