"You know, Jackson, one day you'll like me." Luke said as he poked me in the side.
"And it won't have been my choice." I replied.
"You're so mean to me. What did I ever do to you?" He asked.
"You're an egotistical asshole and I don't like you."
"Jesus, I didn't do anything to you." He sighed but I ignored him. "What's on your necklace? Are those dog tags?"
I glared at him but didn't answer.
"Those are dog tags. Why do you have dog tags?" He continued to question me despite the fact that I was obviously annoyed.
"None of your business."
"Isn't it normally Army guys who have dog tags? So that if they die and their bodies are unrecognisable, they have a way of knowing who they are."
"I said it's none of your business so piss off."
"Jeez," Luke put his hands up in surrender. "I was just asking."
"And you asked, now fuck off and leave me alone." I growled. I stood up and pushed my chair away, knocking it over. I stormed out of the class, knowing that my teacher wouldn't care. It was only music and we weren't doing much anyway. I slid down the wall outside the classroom and put my head in my hands. Damn Luke and his nosiness.
"Hey, Sam. Sam!"
I turned around and saw Calum leaving the classroom. At first I wasn't sure why he had left but it soon became apparent that he had left because I had left.
"Are you...are you okay?" He asked tentatively and sat down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just Luke kept asking questions and I told him to stop but he kept asking and I guess I just got pissy with him. It was really annoying though, he was prying into my private life and asking things I didn't want to answer."
"Luke can be a bit nosy sometimes but he's mostly a good guy."
I snorted in retort. In my books, Luke wasn't a good guy in any way.
"No, he is, I swear. It's just you guys got off on the wrong foot. If you got to know each other, I'm sure you'd get along really well. You're quite similar, actually."
Calum sighed. "What...what was he asking about, anyway?"
"This," I said as I lifted up the dog tags around my neck. "Luke wanted to know whose they were. They were my dad's, if you were wondering."
"Why'd you tell me and not Luke?" I could tell Calum was slightly nervous in asking me this question, as his vice wobbled slightly.
"Because you're my friend, Calum. Luke is not. And you didn't pressure me into answering. In fact, you didn't ask at all. That's why I like you, Calum. You don't pry, you don't get too nosy. You're happy with what you find out, not more."
Calum smiled. "Thanks. I like you, too."
I smiled back. "We should get to class. Thanks, though."
"Yeah, you're right." Calum stood up then offered me a hand. I grabbed it and was hauled up by Calum. I had never noticed the way his muscles rippled underneath his skin, as if I weighed nothing more than a feather.
I smiled again and Calum returned it, dimples and all. Back in the class room Calum and I joined Michael by the guitars. Michael was strumming lightly on it, playing a song I did not know.
"What's the song, Mikey?"
"Oh, uh, I wrote it."
"Really? That's cool. Keep playing." I rested by back against Michael's side and closed my eyes, allowing the soft strums to lull me.
"Sam, how many times do I have to tell you? Put your plate in the dishwasher! This is a daily occurrence! Why can't you put the bloody plate in the bloody dishwasher?!"
"I don't know, mum. Sorry." I grab the plate and put it in the dishwasher. My mum did have a point though, I hardly ever put my dishes in the dishwasher. But I was a teenager, I was meant to be lazy and forget to do things.
I left my mum in the lounge room and made my way to my bedroom. To be honest, it was the only place that I could relax. My mum spent most of her time in the lounge room and the lounge is connected to the kitchen, so I can't bake as much as I wanted to. So I spent most of my time in my room. Although, my room was pretty awesome. My bed had as many cushions stacked at the head as I could, I had multiple band posters adorning the wall, a large red rug on the ground, my bedside table had one photo on it (a picture of my dad and I), and there was one movie poster next to my door that was definitely my favourite. The movie was Short Term 12 and it was the best movie possible. I also had a CD and tape player with two speakers and bass next to my large pile of CD's.
I collapsed on my bed and grabbed the photo of my dad.
"I miss you, dad. Mum's not the same since you left. I'm not the same since you left. I put on this bitch act and didn't bother making any friends. It worked really well, I got into a lot of trouble, no one approached me, I was a force to be reckoned with. But for some reason Norwest is different. I actually have a friend, possibly even two. Michael is great, we're really similar. He's like the brother I never had. And Calum...well, Calum's just a sweetheart. He's so kind to everyone and he's a really great guy. For the first time ever, I don't want to leave. The past couple of years mum has been reminded of you from something in each house and I've never really liked any of the places she chose. But Sydney... Sydney seems to be working out. I can see myself finishing school here and then travelling with Michael. But even all the fun I've had with Michael and Calum can't distract me from this aching emptiness in my chest. I miss you so much. I love you, dad."
I placed the photo back on my bedside table carefully. I wasn't much of a sharing person and the only way I did share things was talking to a photo of my dad. It may seem sad but it was honestly the only way I could get things off my chest.
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