Calum's Pov ~
"I DON'T FUCK WITH YOU! YOU LITTLE STUPID ASS BITCH I AIN'T FUCKLNG WITH YOU! YOU-YOU LIL DUMB ASS BITCHI AIN'T FUCKlNG WITH YOU!"
Wincing at the music playing deafeningly, audible from the porch where I was stood, I hesitated momentarily before reaching out and knocking on Grace's front door.
For several minutes I waited on the porch, knocking and ringing the doorbell the knot of worry in my stomach growing at an alarming rate before the door swung open and Grace emerged wearing a sweatshirt that she'd once "borrowed" and a pair of baggy pajama pants. Looking up my eyes widened at the sight of her tear stained makeupless face and her hair which was knotted up on the top of her head in a messy bun.
"Hi." I greeted slowly, "I brought ice-cream."
Holding up the Wall mart bag in my hands which contained the ice-cream and a few other things I watched her nod slowly.
"Can I um... can I come in?" I questioned.
Nodding again she stepped aside and allowed me to enter the house. Immediately my eyes widened at the sight of the place. Brown glass littered the floor, the curtains had been ripped down from the windows and the flat screen TV was smashed.
"What happened?" I breathed.
"We got in a fight." She monotone, speaking for the first time.
"Are you serious?" I demanded, closing the door behind me, "Are you okay?"
Shrugging, she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Did she hurt you?" I pressed.
"Physically?" She said slowly, "No.... Emotionally she stomped a while the size of Texas in my heart!"
Bending down she picked up a fallen picture frame and raising it over her head hurled it at the wall.
"Woah!" I shouted, "No! What are you doing?"
"Im such an idiot!" Grace cried pulling at her hair, "How did I not know? She smelled like.... Like..... Man! All the time!"
"I'm sorry." I mumbled stepping closer to her and tentatively pulling her into my chest.
Wresting my chin on the top of her head I felt her arms wrap around me and then she was pulling away a look of disbelief on her face.
"What?" I questioned.
"You!" She shouted, "How-How could you?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
Looking as if I had kneed her in the gut Grace shook her head slowly, "She smelled like you."
“What?” I laughed.
“She smelled like you.” She repeated, “God Calum you stupid dumb dumby head!”
“What did I do?” I demanded.
“Get out of my house!” Grace cried, rushing forward and pushing me roughtly, “Get out.”
“What, no.” I snapped, “What is your problem?”
“Get out of my house!” she sobbed, “Now!”
“What the hell is your problem?” I shouted, “Bisexual, biracial are you also bipolar?”
“No you ass!” she yelled, “You slept with her?”
“Who?”
“Jackie?”
“What?” I yelped, “No I di…”
