The Only Reason

I was lying. There's actually one person in my life that gets me. One person that never jumps to judge me. He's the only person I can talk to. But the thing is, I don't even know his real name.

I call him Thomas. I met him on one of those chat roulette things and we started talking. At first it was that awkward getting to know each other phase but now we can talk about anything, sorta. He's the only person I can trust.


3. chapter 3

Calum's POV

I keep thinking about what Ariana said to me. It keeps replaying in my head over and over again. It makes me sick thinking how horrible I was to her. No wonder she doesn't want to meet me. I can be such an asshole.

But it doesn't make a difference now. She won't even talk to me anymore. She's been ignoring every message I've been sending to her. It hurts, not gonna lie.

I've never been dumped before so this feeling is extremely odd. We weren't even dating but I feel so emotionally attached to her. Everything I say to her has meaning. I never want to see her hurt or scared. I just want to protect her.

My heart aches when she doesn't respond. Every message not read kills me bit by bit. She tearing me apart from the inside out and she doesn't even know it.

I glance down at my phone at the last message she sent me.

I dream about it too, but right now I just can't. What if we meet and I'm not good enough for you? What if you'll regret meeting me? What if it changes everything? You're all I have Thomas. My constant. And I like you a lot, but if meeting you changes our relationship I won't ever have my constant again. I'm sorry.

All these things she's saying is ridiculous. I would never judge her. I can already tell that's she beautiful because of her personality.

I decided to send her a message. Hopefully she'll read this one.

Mary's POV

Tonight's the Masquerade ball dance whatever, and everyone from the student council is busy running around finishing off their assigned jobs. I got decorating along with Calum. Long story short he was probably still feeling sorry so he volunteered to help.

I feel my phone buzzing in my back pocket so I set my books down on a table and reach for it. It doesn't take me long to figure out who the message was from.

I miss you.

I let out a sigh and type in two words.

I know.

Without thinking, I decide to turn my phone off and throw it into my bag. My eyes land on the box of decorations the school had bought so I pick it up and start walking in search for Calum.

When I find him, he's sitting against a wall looking down at his iPhone. I walk over to him and set the box down before I take a seat in front of him.

"Ready to decorate?" I ask in my most enthusiastic voice. Calum looks up at me with teared filled eyes before he starts to blink them away.

"Oh, Calum, is everything alright?"

"Why do you keep asking me that? I'm fine okay!" He snaps before getting off the ground. I stare in shock. Calum Hood upset about something? That's a first.

"Sorry for asking. I didn't mean to upset you." I get up too and cross my arms over my chest.

"No it's not your fault," he starts whilst scratching the back of his neck. I've never noticed until now, while he scratches the back of his neck that his arms are quite nice.

A shiver passes through me when the thought of Calum being attractive appears in my mind.

"I'm just having some problems." He speaks as he reaches for the box.

"Problems?" I question.

"Yeah, I may come off as the perfect type but I still get my occasional problems."

I try not to roll my eyes. "Right."

"Let's just get this done okay. It seems like a lot of work for nothing really."

I raise a brow. "Aren't you going though?"

"Yeah but it's just a dance. Are you coming?"

"Nah, doesn't seem fun. And I don't have a date." I reply.

"You never know. Maybe you'll find Mr. Right on the dance floor." He jokes.

I laugh. "Mr. Right? That's funny."

Laughing with Calum felt nice. Maybe he's not bad at all.


I close the front door behind me and set my bag on the stairs. I hear someone coming from the kitchen and suddenly I'm engulfed in a hug.

"Noona? What're you doing here?" I ask my grandmother.

"I'm staying for the weekend. Your father's on a business trip so I'll be here to take care of you."

"You know you don't have to do that Noona. I can take care of myself." I tell her.

"Nonsense. You need some company. And I'm the perfect fit. Anyways, I have something for you."

By now we are in the kitchen. Noona hands me a box and inside are a pair of white go-go dancer boots.

"Noona are these yours?" I grin at them as I ask.

"You bet. I used to wear them to all those cool parties back in the 70's. Boy was that fun." She smiles sweetly as she thinks of the past.

"Why are you giving them to me?"

"So you can wear them to your dance. You're going aren't you?" She raises a perfectly plucked grey brow at me.

"Um well, I don't know. I don't think that's a good idea."

"And why is that? Everyone else your age will be there."

I sigh. "That's the thing. I'm hardly friends with anyone my age. And it's a masquerade ball Noona. I can't wear these as much as I like them. People will stare."

"You know that doesn't matter. None of it does. Wear whatever you like Mary. I raised you better than to think of what others think of you."

"What about the mask. I don't have one."

"You don't, but I do."

I watch as she pulls a beautiful white mask out of a box that I hadn't noticed was on the table.

"Here this will be perfect. Don't be shy sweetie. Just be yourself."

I hesitate before I reach for the mask. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea. No one will know it's me anyways.

"Thanks Noona. Love you."

I give her a hug before going up to my room to get dressed. I decided on a black and white sleeveless checkered thigh high dress. My makeup is simple, eyeliner, mascara and nude lipstick. My hair is up in a high ponytail that reaches just past my shoulders.

I really hope no one notices me. This could be the worst thing I could do in my life.

Its around 7 pm when I arrive at the school. My heart is slamming against my chest and I have the need to turn around as I get closer to the gym. I keep checking the time and by the fifth time I see that I've gotten a message.

From Thomas:

Just hear me out. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. I know your scared, but there's no need to be frightened. Ari, you've changed me and all I want right now is to make you happy. I really don't know where I'm going with this but if you can just talk to me again...just please say something.

I shove my phone into the pocket of my dress after replying. Hopefully coming to this dance and sending that text won't be something I'll regret later.

Calum's POV

"Calum, you've been on your phone the whole time. What's up with you bro?" Ashton asks me. I look away from the screen of my iPhone and shove it in my pocket.


I sigh as my eyes scan the dance floor. Could this get any worse? I didn't even want to come to this dance but my friends insisted that I come.

I feel my iPhone vibrated making me jump. I take my phone and see that I had gotten another text from Ariana.

From Ariana:

I may have been overreacting about us meeting. I've been thinking about it for a while and I really want to meet you too. So I've decided. You'll find me at the punch bowl. I'm wearing a white mask.


I blink a couple times trying to register what I'd just read. She's here? Does that mean she goes to my school?

I start frantically looking around for a girl in a white mask. She has told me in previous conversations that she has blond hair and brown eyes.

I don't see anyone for a while but then I notice a girl. Her hair is blond and she's wearing a white mask.

I don't know if I should run or walk over to her. When I do get there my heart is racing a thousand miles per hour. This is it.

I finally stand only a few feet from the girl who I've been talking to for mouths. When I stand in front of her I notice that this isn't Ariana, and it's just Mary.

"Mary? What're you doing here?"

Mary looks up at me in shock. She pulls her mask off and shrugs. "This is a dance."

"Oh well I thought you weren't coming. Anyways, have you seen a girl in a white mask?"

Mary shakes her head. "No but–."

"Okay, thanks."

I walk away with a sigh. Maybe she already saw me and thought that I was such a loser to even meet her. I can't believe I thought she actually wanted to meet me.

Mary's POV

I stood frozen as the beat of the music got more intense. If my thoughts are correct, Thomas, the boy I've been talking to for almost a year, the guy I've been slowly falling for, my best friend, is Calum Hood? As in Calum the bully. The guy that has been tormenting me for most of high school. I can't be in love with Calum. I just can't.

But Thomas isn't like Calum at all. Calum is a jockey freak and Thomas is caring, sweet and intelligent. They're two different people.

I look around the gym and find Calum staring at his phone. Maybe if I text Thomas it'll get a reaction out of Calum and it'll confirm that they are the same person.

I grab my phone and text where are you?

I look up at Calum to see him texting away. My phone vibrates.

From Thomas:

Here. Where are you? Please don't tell me you left.

Calum stands up and walks around. His eyes are everywhere looking for someone.

I take a deep breath. Calum has to be Thomas but do I want this?

He now stands on the dance floor so I decide to make my move. I walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder. He jumps away from my touch.

"Mary you scared the hell out of me." He breaths out.

"Do you want to dance with me?" I ask.

"Uh, sure."

Calum awkwardly wraps his hands around my waist and I place mine around his neck.

"Are you still looking for someone?" I say not trying to look him in the eyes.

"Ya, but I'm not sure I'll ever find her."

"What's her name?"

Calum looks down at me. "Ariana."

I shuck in a deep breath.

"A-Ariana? Have you met her before?"

"Actually no. We met online. She said she'd meet me tonight but that hasn't happened."

"Calum there's something I need to tell you."

Our eyes are on each other's for a while. I feel tongue tied.

"My name is Mary Ariana Grande, MAG. I'm 17 years old. I'm from Florida. And my favourite colour is violet."

Calum stares at me with wide eyes. "Why are you telling me this–"

"Because you're Calum Thomas Hood, CTH. You're 18 years old from Sydney. Your favourite colour is green. Your my constant."

Calum jerks away from me in shock. "Y-You're Ari?"

"Yep, it's me."

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