I know the picture isn't Ashton - but can we just talk about this for a second.
- Calum -
Natalia was up to something.
I had no clue what it was - or where it would lead to - but I knew she was planning something.
Something involving me.
Her chocolate brown eyes would constantly flicker towards Luke before returning to me, an innocent smile plastered across her face. I would smile back, but I knew something was up.
Nobody looks at someone that many times without a reason.
At first, I thought maybe she just liked him. Y'know, one of those cute friendship type things that are literally the storyline to every fücking romance movie. But as time went on, I realised she didn't look at him with affection. It was worry.
She was worried for him.
"Natalia, is everything okay?"
Her eyes slightly widened before she quickly regained her composure, shooting me a soft smile.
"Of course."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing." I quickly replied, trying to stop my cheeks from turning ruby red "I was just wondering if something was wrong with Luke."
Natalia's entire mood shifted, yet she continued to smile, her eyes scrunched up into - what could almost be described as - a wince. She knew I had caught on, which meant she could either explain what was going on or tell me a shít ton of lies.
Apparently, she chose the latter.
"Everything's fine," she assured, tugging nervously at the ends of her curly black hair "I'm just making sure he behaves."
"Behaves?" I snorted, raising my eyebrow questioningly "What are you, his mother?"
"Someone's sassy." She retorted, causing my cheeks to slightly redden.
"Sorry."
She just shook her head, taking a small step backwards as the song ended. A tidal wave of relief washed over me as I finally let go of her waist, my feet sore from all the times she had stepped on them.
Natalia was nice, but she couldn't dance for shít.
"Well, thanks for the dance." She mumbled, shooting me a grateful smile.
"It's fine." I chuckled, awkwardly scratching the back of my neck.
We stood in silence for the next couple of seconds, awkwardly studying each other's features before Natalia finally decided to depart, walking back over to Luke. I remained where I was, a girl at the punch bowl slightly catching my eye.
Not because she was beautiful - which she definitely was - but because I recognised her.
I knew this girl.
As casually as I could, I strolled over, shoving my hands into the pockets of my trousers. The girl was pouring herself some punch, her face hidden beneath a thick curtain of straight brown hair. A thin black dress clung to her small frame, hugging her curves beautifully and ending just below her ankle. She was wearing a lace black mask, her lips painted a deep ruby red.
She was beautiful.
I let out a small cough to aware her of my presence, casually leaning against the table. She softly looked up, her misty blue eyes meeting mine before she let out a small laugh, her eyes shifting back to her cup.
"Hi Calum."
"Hi Dana."
"You look good."
I blushed, taking a small glance down at myself. I mean, I did look pretty hot, but it was meant to be me that said that to her.
Not the other way around.
"Thank you. I'd compliment you back, but I can't think of a good enough adjective."
She laughed, her eyes slightly crinkling at the sides.
"That was far too smooth."
I smirked, pretending to brush some imaginary dust off my shoulder.
"I try, I try."
"So, where have you been?" She questioned, slightly turning to face me "I haven't seen you at any of the soccer practices."
"I was suspended." I mumbled, my cheek flushing red with embarrassment.
Dana's eyes slightly widened as she let out a small laugh, instantly covering her mouth afterwards.
"Seriously?"
I nodded, slightly enjoying her reaction. Maybe she liked bad boys.
"What did you do?"
"Did Andy not tell you?" I frowned, trying to stop myself from literally drooling as she ran a hand through her long brown hair, revealing her perfectly defined collar bones.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't really give a shít about collar bones. But just the way they looked with her pale skin - she looked so fücking grungy and I loved it.
"I don't really speak to Andy," she mumbled, awkwardly studying the littered floor "he kinda, um... Yeah."
I shot her a curious glance but didn't press the matter, noticing how uncomfortable she had become. If something was going on, she would tell me when she felt the time was right, not when I wanted her to.
"I had a fight with Bier- Andy," I corrected, realising she probably didn't refer to her brother with his last name "And the coach decided it would be a good idea to step in between us."
"Oh my god. Did you-"
"Yes."
"Did he-"
"Absolutely."
"Well, shít."
I chuckled, causing her deep red lips to pull back into a large smile. She had dimples, which just added to my attraction towards her.
Why the hell was she so pretty?
"So, who are you here with?"
I froze, my eyes slightly widening as I remembered...
I had a fücking girlfriend.
I couldn't be here, feeling these sort of feelings for another girl. I should be with Evie, dancing and drinking and most likely fücking afterwards in the bathroom.
But Dana was just so... Ugh.
"I came with my girlfriend." I replied, emphasising the word 'girlfriend'.
Hopefully she would catch on and back off slightly, because if she didn't, then neither of us would.
"Oh, that's nice." She beamed, her misty blue eyes brightening "What's her name?"
The fact she took that so well slightly offended me - if I'm honest - but I ignored the jealousy nagging away at me and focused all my energy on Evie.
She was my girlfriend and I loved her.
No one else.
Nada.
Especially not Dana...
"Her names Evie, she's cool- I'm cool- We're cool." I stammered, my cheeks burning ten times hotter than the sun.
Dana laughed, her dimples carved into her cheeks like two fücking masterpieces. I just wanted to kiss her, and I had never felt more disgusted with myself.
"That's cool."
"Cool."
We stood in an awkward silence for the next couple of seconds, Dana finally picking up her punch and taking a sip. I took this as an opportunity to fix my hair, checking myself out in the glass punch bowl. I still looked pretty fückable - which was good - yet the only person I could think about was Dana.
I didn't want to think about Dana.
- Evie -
Calum was with another girl.
A pretty one, to be exact.
I didn't want to feel jealous of her, yet I couldn't stop myself, the pain nagging furiously away at my heart. She was skinny, pale, tall, pretty and basically everything that was considered hot - plus she was wearing the most gorgeous dress. I could see the way Calum looked at her, and I knew he liked her.
How could he possibly not?
"I'm sad."
Luke froze, his blue eyes abruptly meeting mine in a moment of panic. He seemed slightly alarmed by my statement, and I'm pretty sure he had no clue how to handle it.
"Wha- Why?" He frowned, his eyes wide with worry.
I shrugged, scuffing my heels against the laminate flooring. It may ruin them, but I really didn't give a shít anymore.
"You know you can tell me."
"I know," I sighed, chewing on the inside of my cheek "it's not important though."
"Well, if it's upsetting you, then it is." He replied, softly placing his hand on my shoulder.
I blushed, my stomach warming happily. Luke was the first boy to ever actually care about me, even when I had broken his heart multiple times.
It was beautiful.
"It's Calum," I mumbled, fiddling nervously with the hem of my dress "I don't think he likes me anymore."
"Of course he does!" Luke exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise "Why wouldn't he?"
"Because he likes someone else."
Luke slightly frowned before following my gaze over to the brown haired girl, his lips drawing back into a slight grimace. He could see Calum's affection towards her too; he just didn't want to admit it.
"I'm sure they're just friends." He insisted, trying his best to appear positive.
I rolled my eyes, ignoring his pathetic attempt to cheer me up. I wasn't stupid; I knew how Calum felt towards her.
I just didn't want to believe it.
"Y'know, he's never looked at me like that." I mumbled, crossing my arms angrily across my chest "Not even when we first went out."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well he's just an idiot." Luke sighed, shooting me a sympathetic smile.
I nodded, taking a small step towards him before resting my head on his shoulder. Although we'd barely spoken, I felt comfortable around him, and I knew I could rely on him to comfort me.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Being here."
Luke's cheeks flushed as red as a tomato as he awkwardly looked around, seeming extremely embarrassed. He didn't look disgusted - which was good - but he definitely felt uncomfortable.
I didn't care though.
If Calum could like other people, then so could I.
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This chapter is really short and shít and I sincerely apologise, but I promise I'll update again really soon!
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