Roommates || Calum Hood

Chapter 45 // Phone Call

•Cassidy

My finger scrolled down even further on the Google Image results, just finding more and more pictures that were under the "Calum and Cassidy" tag. We looked so cute together in every single one, and I looked so happy, and Calum looked so happy, and we might not ever look that happy together ever again.

A tear landed on my keyboard as I clicked on one of the pictures from the VMA's when he kissed me on national television. I didn't even get a chance to kiss him goodbye. I didn't even get to savour what his lips felt like. Now all I could do was look at pictures of it, and shatter my heart into even more pieces.

Bree walked into my room and gasped at the sight. I had moved back into my apartment in Los Angeles a few days ago since I couldn't bare to be inside the beach house without my roommate. Bree offered to move in with me, but it just wasn't the same.

"Cassidy, you need to stop doing this to yourself!" She yelled, taking my laptop out of my hands and closing the screen, making me let out a loud wail. "He is an asshole, Cass. Don't waste your tears on him!"

"He's not an asshole! He was the sweetest, cutest, funniest, boy I'll ever know. I want him back," I whined loudly, pressing my palms against my eyes to try and stop me from crying.

Bree grasped my wrists, prying them off of my face. "Babe, look at me. If he really cared about you he wouldn't have done this to you. He wouldn't have treated you like this. You don't need a boy like him when hundreds of other good boys are dying to date you, and won't leave you all alone and act like a jerk over text message."

"I deserve it though. This is all my fault. If I wasn't so clingy maybe he wouldn't have to worry about me holding him back. I was going to ruin his whole career, wasn't I? I'm such an awful person," I blubbered incoherently, rambling off all of my worries even if they didn't make sense.

Bree sighed, sitting down on the bed next to me. "No, Cass. You know none of that is true. He is just a coward and a manwhore and a jerk and doesn't realize that he is losing the best thing to ever happen to him. He's a complete idiot, okay? But you're not. Don't say things like that."

"How are you so calm? Michael dumped you too," I blurted out, cursing myself for being so insensitive, but the tears running down my face have made a bit wonky in the head.

"Michael and I were just a fling. I knew as soon as we started dating that it would end when the summer was over. You and Calum both seemed to completely ignore that aspect."

"Don't say his name," I ordered, feeling a sharp pain surge through my chest just by hearing it. "I tried to plan things but I just figured if we loved each other we'd be okay. But apparently he doesn't love me. At least not as much as I thought he did. He doesn't give a single shit about me."

"Cass," Bree mumbled, sympathy laced in her tone. She wrapped one arm around me, and my head fell onto her shoulder. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as his. "He does love you. He's just an idiot. And the only way to get through to an idiot is to show him how better off you are without him."

My lips curled over into a pout as the realization struck hit me. I was single again. I no longer had a boyfriend. And I didn't like it. "I don't want to be without him though," I whispered, sniffling as the tears streamed down my cheeks again.

"No. Enough of this, Cass. You are an independent girl. You do not need a boy to make you happy. I get that you're upset and miss him and miss your relationship and you have every right to feel that way, but I'm not going to let you be sad all the time until he comes back. We're going to get you back to the strong Cassidy I know and love, okay pumpkin?" Bree instructed, which made my lips twitch into a small smile as her words somewhat inspired to me.