Birthday Cp. 24
2 months later.
I hadn't told anyone about the magazine, not my sister, not Alayna, and definitely not my parents.
My fear was that somehow someone would connect the story back to me.
Alayna was pissed at me for leaving her at the mall, but I told her a little white lie, about me seeing someone I knew, and that I got freaked out.
It was the day I feared, my birthday. But not only mine, It was Luna's birthday too. We were turning 17, which meant our parents would throw us a party, that I would hate, but I would fake a smile, and pretend to like the people that attends to it.
It was early noon, and I had to get ready.
I flattened my pitch black hair, it went all the way down to my belly button.
I looked myself in the mirror, and saw the reflection of my mother behind me.
"You startled me, mother," I said as I quickly turned around.
A smile had spread across her chubby face.
"Sorry, dear, you have to see these," She says with a lot of fabric in her embrace.
She flattens them on my bed.
It was a light blue indian clothes. A long sequin skirt, and a short crop top also filled with sequins.
(The Actor Who Portrays Lucky is Naomi Scott)
"Thank you, mother. Can you leave me so I can change?" I faked a smile.
"Of Course dear," She pinched my cheek, and left the room.
Quickly I tried it on, and judged myself.
It was so tight, and small on me, I looked like a baby prostitute. I even put the veil on.
Shit, I'm really gonna have to go through with this..
I pitied myself as I went downstairs. Red fabric, and lights decorated the walls.
My house was filled with people. It was my birthday they were celebrating, but I only knew half of them.
People wished me happy birthday, and repeatedly I smiled, and made a polite 'Thank you' back.
I stood at the entrance, to invite people in and collect their gifts.
My parents gave me money, and I got some jewelry from the guests.
Most of them were my fathers business contacts so they weren't there for me.
Alayna, my sister, my parents and my aunts and cousins were the only one I knew.
And of course Jamal, who came with his father.
The doorbell rang, and as the good host I am, I opened the door.
My heart sank to the ground.
There were nothing I could do.
I had no idea of how to process, that Calum stood in front of me.
So I did what I do best. I shut him out. literally. I slammed the door.
The doorbell rang again, and my mother looked at me from the hallway.
"Open the door, Lucky!" She was determined.
"It's just the mailman!" I yelled back, still looking at the cold wooden door.
"Fine, I'll open! You go socialize with your guests!" She had her hand on the doorhandle, before I sternly put my hand above hers.
"You know what. I'll take this one, you go continue your conversation!" I didn't let her hand go, before I felt that she tried to step back.
She just shook her head as she turned around.
I opened the door, and went outside.
Calum was walking down the driveway, I had to run to keep up with him.
"Calum, wait!" I yelled.
He turned around the second I got to him.
He smiled at me, but I didn't bother to give as much as a smirk.
His hair was messy, his jeans were ripped and he was wearing a tank top.
"You look," His eyes widened as he looked at me.
"Like a baby prostitute, I know" I finished his sentenced before I catched my breath.
"Why are you here?" I said, and breathed heavily.
"Because I have a concert here in London." He neared me, and I grabbed his wrist, and pulled him further down the street away from my house.
"No Calum, why are you here" I looked at the ground.
"Why did you leave me? In the morning after we had.... been at the club, why did you leave me?" His dark eyes were staring down at me, but in my denial I kept looking away.
"You know why! I had a plane to catch."
"Why didn't you say goodbye?!" His accent was very thick on the goodbye, and it made my heart soften.
"Because 'goodbyes' are hard for me, okay!" My voice cracked, and a few tears filled my eyes.
Calum neared me, and gently hugged me. My head rested against his chest.
"Goodbyes' are only hard if you know there is not gonna be another 'hello'"
I pulled away from him.
"There isn't gonna be another 'hello' Calum. I can't be with you." I kept looking at the ground.
He neared me, and his hand reach out for mine.
I avoided it by stepping back a few steps.
"Why?" He looked at me confused.
"Because I'm an indian." My eyes met his. "and this" I moved my hand, gesturing to us. "Isn't working,"
"We can make it work, Lucky. Just give it a chance." He sounded full of hope.
I hated myself for knowing that I had to reject him.
That I had to lie.
"I don't love you anymore, Calum!" I looked at the ground, and backed up a bit.
I could hear his breathing pause.
He then did a large exhale while looking up.
He was confused.
"Fine. I'll let you be." He looked away.
"I'm at Hilton, room 814. If you need me." He said. Turned around. And left.