what's 9+10
im rlly sad about zayn so sorry if this sucks
"ivy?" calum called down the hallway as she made her way out of the school grounds, an unlit cigarette in one hand and an onion in the other.
she ignored him, and continued walking.
"ivy, please." he said, rushing over to her,
"not now, calum." he frowned as she continued walking, her eyes finding the floor exceedingly interesting as her gaze refused to shift from it,
"we have math, i know for a fact that you don't go to math, can we just go sit wherever it is that you smoke, please? can we talk."
ivy shook her head. she didn't need this right now, she didn't need calum or the stress of talking to him, and she certainly didn't want to hear what he had to say.
"you confuse me, calum." she sighed, shaking her head and turning to him,
"why?" he asked, seeming generally confused as to why,
"why, really? you want to know why? because you acted like you loved me, had sex with another girl, then kissed me, then helped me out, then lied about your dead family, then-"
"i know i fucked up!" he shouted in his own defence,
"but i really do like you ivy, and-"
"stop!" she shouted, throwing the vegetable in her hand harshly to the ground, as it split into multiple pieces.
"please, just leave me alone." she asked with a sigh as he shook his head,
"no ivy, i care and im not going to let you go that easily." he said, balling his fists,
"just, give me time." she said, shaking her head and walking away as calum shouted to himself, throwing a punch towards the nearest wall.
