The name's Hood, Calum Hood. I had a perfectly normal life, until a certain guy started coming to school again. I'd seen him before, at gigs, I'd been going to school with him since I was 5. But he changed, a lot. Not just personality wise, he found himself some hair dye, and wreaked havic. Whilst I, while I stayed same old Calum Hood. I don't know why, but he seems to have an attatchment to me. Stereotypical good boy, bad boy situation. But I'm not going to fall for him. Michael Clifford is just, a bad little boy.
He'll get what he wants then desert me, I know it. They're all the same really, 'bad boys.'
And I, Calum Thomas Hood will not fall.