Calum hasn’t said a word to me. Last night, he walked right past me into his room without so much as a glance my way. For the nth time, I reread through our texts that ensued after. Fine, I was a bit too much but he sprung it up on me. They ganged up on me and I didn’t appreciate it.
Me: I didn’t mean it that way
Me: I’m sorry.
Me: baby. My love
Me: please say something
C: Goodnight Catherine
I didn’t send him another text after that. But now as I wait for the girls, I think I should have. He’s upset. And I know why. I told him off. I hurt his feelings. It’s all I seem to be doing these days.
But it’s also his fault. Is it? I don’t know anything anymore. He had good intentions, but a bad time.
We didn’t have breakfast as a family today. It’s quite normal given our different schedules but Dani and Dad were both home and I can’t help the feeling t
Calum is finally talking to me. It’s Wednesday. Our midterms are over and we have the rest of the week off. Calum snaps a finger in my face.“Did you hear anything I said?” he asks. I just smile. To have him talking to me again, even if it’s with a big scowl makes me happy. “Cathy!”I push a foot forward, and he braces an elbow on his car’s roof. “No. Not really. What did you say?”Annoyance twists his expression and his eyes twitch. These days, he’s unkind to me. I told him I wouldn’t be joining him home yesterday and he didn’t even ask why. Just a simple okay was all I got. I don’t like this new Calum.“Are you going home with me today?” he asks.“Yeah. That’s why I’m here.”“Right.” He unlocks the car. “Your door is open.”Two minutes later and my stepbrother hasn&rs
“It’s breaking,” I whisper over the phone to Amelia. The only reason I didn’t run off to her house after the fight with Calum is because I want to be alone and I don’t want to bother her.“What?” she asks.I place a hand over my chest and the organ protected by my ribcage beats faster. It hurts.“My heart. It’s breaking.” “Cathy,” she says. I tug the cover over my head. It sounded like a good idea to call her. Now, I’m not so sure. I just want to hide here until the pain goes away. “Do you want me to come over?”“No, it’s fine.” Pretending she’s here, I roll on my side and stare into space. Calum should be in his room. “Can I tell you something?” Amelia hums in response. “I feel so alone sometimes.”“What do you mean?”My eyes shut. I put into words w
CALUMDon’t try to understand women. Sometimes, they say they don’t want you but what they mean is: please stay. And when they say they need space. They could simply mean: hold me but don’t say a word to me because I’m mad at you for reasons that shouldn’t be known to you.I’ve learnt all these with Cathy. But I don’t find them cute anymore, not with the way she has treated me over the last few days. If she really wants me, I don’t know. We have fallen apart.She’s now my sad place.I don’t think of her and smile. I think of her and remember the look of vehemence, disgust and anger when she told me she didn’t want to go anywhere with me. I can try to deal with that. The space will do both of us good anyway.What I can’t deal with are the ridiculous prices and conditions it requires to find an apartment that will sublet for two months. That’s enough t
Calum wants to break up with me.He wants to end what we have.Tears cloud my vision as I arrange my stuff into a small travelling box. Trying to comfort myself with the fact we will spend three days together doesn’t work. My phone rings out somewhere in the room. I ignore it and resume packing.The phone is still ringing when I finish packing. I hoist my box on the bed and snatch the phone from the drawer. My frown almost disappears after one look at the screen. Amelia. I stop in front of the mirror to practise my responses.“Hey,” Amelia says when I pick.“Hey, you,” I say. My excitement is forced and my voice is stained with nerves. “How are you?”“Good. On our way to the beach house. Daddy’s home, we’ll spend the day together.” I nod along as she rambles on about their plans for the break. Due to the nature of her parent’s jobs, ha
It’s 6:15 pm when Calum knocks on my door. I am refreshed, well-fed and thinking clearly. We can have our talk today. Or skip it till Saturday.I open the door to a smiling Calum. He sizes me up and I almost spin to give him a better look of my dress. He came. I thought he wouldn’t.“Would you like to take a walk with me?” he asks after a minute of silence. I nod shyly and he almost stretches his hand to me, slipping it into his pocket at the last minute. “Shall we?”“We shall,” I whisper.Calum opens the door wider for me to step out first. I wait behind to lock the door and we head towards the elevator. Inside the metallic box, I steal glances at his profile. What’s he thinking?His finger drums a rhythm on his hip, the only audible sound in the elevator till it pings at our stop. Sticking by his side, we head outside the hotel and the cool London breeze hits our
Oh.I’m not impressed.Calum departs from my side and I follow him to the front of the crowd. There’s a man on the bench. He has a guitar. His body is bent over the guitar he’s hugging to his chest. The guitar case is open on the floor for onlookers to drop money in it. Calum wanders off to the man, leaving me alone to watch and wonder. What’s his plan?They exchange words for a while and the man gives a curt nod. Dew coats the bench, my eyes follow the moisture, then move back to the man’s threadbare outfit. The thin shirt hidden under his black coat can barely keep the cold of the night away.On Calum’s return, he rocks on his soles. “So…I don’t think we will be having our concert tonight or anytime before we leave.” I pout. He barks out a laugh. The small crowd thins out after hearing him. When I count again, we are less than ten. “Except you’re up for perf
Calum further proves his point by strolling into the room naked. A towel dangles from his neck with another tied around his neck. He beams and his not-so-little man jerks in a wave. Asshole.“Do you want to pick out something for me to wear?” Calum asks. I don’t answer. I scoot to his wardrobe and pull out his boxers. “Really?”I want to feel the heat of his body. Undoing the buttons of my pyjamas top paired with skimpy shorts stopping an inch below my ass, I tell him, “I can take off my shirt so we are even.”“Sounds like a fair trade.”When we are both in the same state of undress, he guides me to the bed and spoons me from behind. The heat of his chest spreads through my back. Pushing my hair out of the way, he litters kisses from the path below my ear to the curve of my neck. I drag the cover over our legs and bring his hand to palm my stomach. My boobs are in desperate need
Finally. The weight is off my chest. I feel like a brand new person in Calum’s arms. We will be fine because I won’t push him away again or try to control things outside of my control. I steal a kiss from him, he laughs but palms my face to kiss me better. Soon, I’m under him, his knees bracket my hips and he takes my breath away.Eyes shining with love for him, I twirl his hair around my finger. “What time is the meeting?”He glances at the wall clock. “4:30,” he replies. I trace the line between his abs. He hasn’t put on a shirt since taking his bath. I’m dressed in one of his shirts because he thinks I look better in it. He sits up and tugs me back onto his lap. This is my new favourite position. “Do you want to join me?”I thought he would never ask.“Yeah, I would love to.”Dragging the hem of my shirt, Calum grins when I raise my hands