Deal // Calum Hood

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Sorry it's so late guys!! It was my birthday on Tuesday which was when I was going to upload and then I just haven't been able to think of anything to write!

Calum
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The following school day I followed Annabelle around anywhere I could. Still unable to prove that I hadn't been pretending. The begging tone that dripped through my voice slowly becoming the norm.
"Please listen to me, Annabelle."
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She had her back to me as she slammed shut her locker door.
"Hasn't the joke gone on long enough? You got me okay? You won." She mumbled tiredly, walking away, myself following heavy on her footsteps.
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I tried a new approach. An angry one this time.
"Are you seriously going to just walk away from me? How could you think I was pretending?"
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But she just walked off. I slammed my fist into the nearest baby blue locker in frustration. The sharp pain in my wrist and knuckles only just bearable. My teeth gritted uncomfortably as I remembered what Annabelle had said about a warning from Sam . . . I needed to know what he had told her. Shrugging off the concerned stares from classmates that were in the hallway, I stalked off like a crazed tiger on a hunt.
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It wasn't until lunch that I discovered him, his upper body leaning against the wall as he chatted up some poor girl. How was I ever his friend? Why was I ever like him?
"What the hell did you tell her?" I demanded, storming over.
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He spoke a few quick words to the girl as she hurtled away and he turned to face me, a huge grin on his face.
"Ah, that's right. I heard you guys had broken up."
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The words struck me in such a way that my knees became weak. I hadn't thought of it as breaking up. That can't be what happened . . .
"What did you tell her?" I repeated, a little disheartened.
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"That you were cheating on her with her sister, she was really sad about it - wait did she actually . . ." He fell apart with laughter before the sentence was up. Anger wasn't even close to what I was currently experiencing and I wasn't sure what to do. I walked off, knowing that retaliation wouldn't solve anything. Instead, I went into the boys bathroom, locked the cubicle and broke down from frustration. I cried. It didn't stop until I couldn't feel anything at all. I'd lost the one person who meant everything to me and I didn't know how to fix it.
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Later that evening
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Knocking Annabelle's door was strange and uncomfortable. I was afraid beyond belief, what if her parents answered? What if -
"Calum?" It was Cassandra.
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I sighed a breath of relief.
"Please let me see her." I begged, straight to the point.
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She exhaled heavily.
"She won't want to see you. She can't even look at me."
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Finding all of this ridiculous, I helped myself into the house. I'd never actually been inside before and didn't know where Annabelle's room was. Luckily, Cassie took pity and lead me to her room. I strode up the spiral stair case, wonderstruck by the unusual olden day colours and themes. When Annabelle had described her parents love for no modern life, particularly technology, I never had fully taken in the change it made to the home.
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We reached the top of the staircase and in a matter of moments Cassie paused outside a door I could only assume to be Annabelle's.
My artificiality afloat confidence drained out from my body and my mind wrenched to the way she told me on countless occasions that she never wanted to see me again. I gulped, wondering why I ever thought it a good idea to come.
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"Aren't you going to knock?" Cassie whispers slightly loudly, nearly causing me to jump from my trance of fear. I swear my hands were trembling as if it were freezing even though it was the middle of Spring.
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Lifting my hand to the oak door, I placed two loud knocks against it. When my actions were met with silence I turned to Cassie helplessly.
"Silence means you can go." She encouraged as if I should have known.
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My sweaty palms grasped the handle as I told myself I was being ridiculous. This was Annabelle, I shouldn't be afraid. My heart stopped when I saw her laying on her bed. She wasn't even under the covers yet she was deeply asleep. She seemed lifeless, a way I could never imagine her to be. I took in her room as I realised she may not let me stay long when she wakes, it didn't seem like her at all. It seemed like her parents.
I crept over to her bedside, gently lifting a hand to her shoulder.
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"Annabelle?" I spoke softly. She woke instantly, springing up as her half open book and pen flew onto the floor. She'd obviously fallen asleep half way through doing some school work. She seemed shocked to see me.
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"What are you doing here? My parents they-"
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"Aren't here." I finished for her, glad she was at least responding.
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A cold, bitter air blew in from outside. It made me shiver. Annabelle sat up, her cheeks on fire because she blushed at anything and everything, her little face screwed up in after sleep confusion.
"You know my sisters room is the next one along." She mumbled, not able to meet my eye.
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I held back the frustration, no matter how difficult. "Annabelle please believe me. I have no feelings whatsoever for your sister and nothing ever happened between us. Sam's lied to you before, and he is doing it again."
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She swallowed thickly, opening her mouth when the front door slammed shut.
Her parents were home.
Annabelle's panicked eyes locked onto mine, but I knew what needed to happen.
"At least let me have a proper conversation with you about this? Meet me by the benches on the field tonight. I'll call you when I get home." I whispered, fleeing to her window and climbing down the drain pipe, a sneak exit I was ashamed to have previously planned before this whole argument.
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That evening I crossed my fingers, my legs and my toes for good luck. I needed it.