Avery's POV
"Aye lovebug, wake up."
The words of Callum didn't register in my sleep deprived head until I rubbed my eyes into oblivion.
"What do you want?" I ask in my disgusting morning voice. Except it wasn't morning as I could see from the stars in the sky.
"Can't sleep and need junk food." He says continuing to pull at my arm since I was still cuddled up in bed.
"So you decide to wake me up because you can't sleep?" I say angrily. How could this bastard think he could disturb and disrupt my sleep? What kind of monster would ever even consider that?
"Duh." He taps his head while rolling his eyes like doing anything but would be crazy.
"So are we going or not?"
And that was a hard decision to make. Stay in my comfy and warm bed with Dawson...Or get up and walk into the cold kitchen with Callum.
And while the first option seemed so much more appealing, I ended up sighing and following Callum out of my bedroom after throwing on some fuzzy socks and a hoodie.
"You owe me." I tell him with narrowed eyes and an accusatory finger pointed his way.
Callum throws his hands up quickly like that'll save him and smiles sarcastically. But he just can't help being a little bitch. "Isn't my company pleasurable enough?"
My eyebrows dip into a face of both disgust and confusion. "Since when did you get so cocky?"
"Since I started hanging out with you."
My jaw drops slightly at the insult but I nod slowly, accepting the fact that he was probably right. "Touché loser."
"Now, if you're capable of leaving your cuddle buddy without shedding too many tears, we should get going." Callum skips out of the room and I roll my eyes before jogging after him.
"We're friends." I tell him matter of factly when I finally catch up to him. And it was the truth. Dawson and I were friends. Close ones at that. And sometimes friends cuddled and hugged and appreciated each other. It was normal. We had a totally and utterly platonic relationship.
"With benefits?" He questions sassily. "Or is that only in your dreams?" Callum scoots farther away from me before I can slap him across his annoying little face.
"Alright Mr. Sassy pants ass bitch-"
"What a name." He snickers cutting me off.
I glare at him until he mumbles his insincere apologies and quiets up.
"As I was saying Callum, we are friends. And no I don't have dreams about fucking him."
Most nights. But hey, once doesn't even count right?
"Wow the desires really buried deep isn't it?"
I face palm and rub my forehead in annoyance. "Jesus Christ Callum." I groan into the air.
I round the corner and begin walking down the stairs with Callum at my side. "I will push you down these stairs and have 0 regret or remorse about it."
"Do it you coward!" He yells at me playfully.
I could totally be playful too. I reach my hands forward and bump his shoulders lightly making his blue eyes widen immensely.
Before Callum can recover from his shock, I run down the stairs with a giggle and race, or run from, Callum to the kitchen.
***
Callum searches thoroughly through the freezer for his desired ice cream flavor. Mint chocolate chip.
What a disgrace he (and the ice-cream) was.
"I can't believe you dragged me out of bed for this monstrosity." I whisper complain.
You think you know someone and then this kind of stuff comes to light and you reconsider your entire relationship.
I despised it that much.
"Oh please, like you don't have questionable preferences. Frozen Dino nuggets..." he mutters under his breath as his search for the ice cream continues.
"OKAY." I yell. "You can diss every little thing about me but not the nuggets."
Callum froze in the moment and slowly began backing away from the ice cream shelf and to the door.
"Dude, did I freak you out that much or-" I suddenly feel a warm hand over my mouth and shut up.
I poke my tongue out to lick his palm but Callum just roles his eyes at my childish antics and slowly drags me to the door and out of it.
I had no idea what he was doing or where he was going but I was cool with it.
Maybe I was about to be murdered or we were gonna be expelled for breaking into the kitchen. Either or was cool. It resulted in no more school for me and anything that equals less school equals Avery's stamp of approval.
Neither did happen though.
Instead I just saw an older blonde woman and a young boy with black hair who I recognized from my English class.
I recognized both of them from English actually.
I sat next to Jensen in 4th hour which was taught by the woman he was currently having sex with.
My eyes widen at the disgusting sight and I stumble back a bit in shock.
Callum covers my eyes in an attempt to not let me be any more scarred that I already was from...that and rushes the both of us out of the cafeteria and kitchen.
We both run throughout the area until we reach the bottom of the stairs to our dorm.
I turn to him in my exhausted state, eyes wide from the explicit scene I wish I never saw in the first place.
"Were they..."
"They were." He finishes staring at the wall in front of us.
"Mrs. Hanson...with Jensen." I say in an attempt to process the information better. Although that seemed almost impossible now.
"On the table we eat at."
Suddenly the both of us turn to look at each other quickly and cringe at the thought of those..fluids touching our food.
"If you're stupid enough to bang on a cafeteria table, they'd at least have the brains to clean it after...right?" I ask in despair.
I didn't wanna believe otherwise.
"I'd hope so."
Ew. Ew. Ew.
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