Eighteen
Sydney
The day I spent alone in my room scrolling through tiktok. I didn't talk to Michael or Crystal, didn't bother doing anything else. I hadn't moved from the beanbag chair, there wasn't a point. I felt guilty for making everything about myself, and for dragging my friends down. I also felt anger for being accused of that and being made to feel guilty about that.
Every hour Michael and Crystal came up to try to talk, but I didn't want to. Up till four I was left alone, that was until there was another knock at my door as I watched more tiktoks. I huffed quietly, "I don't want to talk,"
"Not even to me?" I heard Calum's voice from outside the door. I sat up with my eyebrows furrowed, but went over to the door and opened it to see him standing there with a small smile.
"Sorry," I apologized.
"Don't apologize, it's alright," he reassured me before coming in. I sat back down at my beanbag while he sat at my desk chair. "I heard you were upset,"
"My friends don't want to be my friends anymore," I mumbled.
"Well let me ask you this," he leaned back, "when was the last time they were there for you?" I froze for a second as I thought.
"I thought they were there for me through all of this, but I guess not," I brought my knees to my chest.
"Then it is time to distance yourself," he concluded. "You deserve better friends than the ones you have right now, and you'll make friends,"
"No I won't,"
"Absolutely you will. It might takes some time, but you'll make amazing friends,"
'It still sucks,"
"It's gonna suck for a while, this isn't something to recover from instantly. But soon, you'll heal and realize that this was for the best,"
"Who am I supposed to sit with at lunch?"
"Find a new group," he suggested. "Or I used to sit in the artwing,"
"Maybe I'll do that,"
"It'll get better, Syd," he promised me. "But for now, you have a lot of people who care about you here. Like me, Michael, Crystal, Luke, Sierra, and Ashton. We all care about you and want what's best for you, and that's what you deserve,"
"Thanks Calum," I smiled lightly.
"Speaking of us though, we're all going out for dinner," he stood up and held out his hand. "So come on,"
"I don't wanna," I groaned.
"It's at a driving range, so we're playing golf too, and Michael sucks," he told me, bringing a smile to my face.
"Well now I have to see," I grabbed his hand as he helped me up.
A/N: See, I didn't forget about this story. Anyways, I have a new book out called trapped! It's a lierra book if you want to check it out! I also have a book called imaginary that's a calum book if you want to check it out!
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