Roommates || Calum Hood

Chapter 6 // Hook-ups

Calum

When my eyes fluttered open, I was greeted with a throbbing pain shooting down the length of my back. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the light shining in from the vast window, and I stretched my arms out wide as an attempt to become more comfortable. It was only then did I realize I was on the couch, which explains my utter soreness. I don't have any recollection of anything at all from last night, but I'm assuming Cassidy forced me to sleep out here after I made some rude remark or something.

"Aw, sleeping beauty is awake!" A girly voice squealed. I rubbed against my eyelids with the back of my hands before opening wide, revealing Cassidy's annoying friend from yesterday. She handed me a glass of water and an Ibuprofen tablet. "Here, I figured this will probably help the hangover."

"Thanks," I mumbled, throwing my head back as I took a swig of the cold water. I can faintly remember going to the bar with Luke and Mikey, but I have no clue what happened after that. "What happened last night?"

"You were really drunk, like completely hammered, it was hilarious! And you made Cassidy come out there and pick you up and then you crashed on the sofa as soon as you got home," Bree explained, giggling softly to herself as she probably replayed the memories of me acting like a total fool in my drunken state.

My stomach twisted into knots at the thought of Cassidy having to babysit me. It probably only added to her dislike for me. "Oh, God. Where is she now?"

"In the shower," Bree said happily, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She was cute but very annoying, and she did kind of remind me of Ashton in a peculiar way. "Listen, Calum. I have no idea what happened between you two, but Cass doesn't go and pick people up very often. She rarely will even pick me up. So there is obviously some little part of her that still cares about you. Don't ruin that, okay?"

I gulped at the sudden sense of intimidation in the vibe Bree was giving off. "Uh, okay."

She nodded before skipping towards the front door and exiting, without even saying goodbye to her best friend. It was such a confusing relationship that they shared, but nothing was more confusing than the reaction I would be getting from Cassidy soon. I probably babbled on about something embarrassing which will make her feel very awkward around me, or she will probably lecture me about my unsafe drinking habits. Despite how much the two of us have changed since our friendship ended, I still knew her well enough to predict these kind of things.

Cassidy entered the living room wearing one of those flowy orange sundresses with her wet haired tied up in a bun on the top of her head. She jumped slightly at the sight of me, and I couldn't deny the small smile forming on my face. "Oh. You're awake. How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by a bus," I responded honestly, scooching up against the cushions so I was sitting straight up. "Thanks for picking me up last night. I don't remember anything. What happened?"

She sighed, taking a seat on the opposite sofa which put an uncomfortable distance between the two of us. "You could barely even walk so I had to get you before you tried to drive and killed someone. Then you kept calling me Cassie and telling me how I'm your best friend and you were being extremely entertaining with how childish you act when you're drunk."