'Sadie, I think it would be better if we practice on our own,' I tell her, angrily.
She stares at me in surprise, and Michael gives me a dirty look.
'Sorry,' she whispers, walking out quickly.
Calum just kicked me out. He didn't give any explanation, and he was fine just before. Mostly I'm upset that he made me get out, but a small part of me wanted to get out. His Michael friend was all over me. I didn't like it; I'm not good around boys. He asked me to be his girlfriend actually, before Calum walked in with Luke and Ashton. Saved by bell, and I don't know what I would have told him if they didn't show up. I mean, Michael's hot but I don't like him like that.
I flop on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I wonder what my best friend Tara is doing at the moment back in California. I miss her. I hate missing people, it seems to be the only thing I do most of the time. My friends, parents, grandparents...
I feel really bad for kicking Sadie out now. Michael and the boys got upset at me after she left, and I deserved it, but still.... Michael was literally all over her, and I think she might have been flirting back. ALL the boys fell over for her, and I guess I could get used to her dating one of them, but not so quickly. LITERALLY 10 SECONDS AFTER THEY MET. Stop it Calum, your overacting. Anyway, I'm at her door and I'm just going to say sorry and leave. I knock on the door lightly and step back. Here goes.
Somebody knocks on my door. Calum probably. Well, he better have a good explanation. Actually, no. I don't think there IS an explanation for it.
'Come in,' I call out anyway, because it is his house anyway and I want to know what he has to say. He walks in and sits on the end of the bed.
'Look, I'm really sorry, Sadie,' he says, trying to avoid my eyes. 'I overreacted and I shouldn't have kicked you out.'
I bite my lip. 'What did I do wrong?'
He looks up at me, finally meeting my eyes. 'I... It was just, you and Michael...'
'I didn't do anything! It was him that a-.... Never mind,' I say, cutting myself off, realising what I nearly said.
'What?' He asks me, eyes wide. 'Asked you WHAT?'
He sounds so angry, I really shouldn't have said anything.
'YOU LITTLE FLIRT! YOU JUST MEET MY BAND AND ALL OF A SUDDEN YOUR ALL OVER THEM. DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU JUST DID?'
That's it. Tears sting my eyes and I run out, down the stairs and out the door. Goodbye Calum, you douche of a cousin. I don't want anything to do with you. HOW could he even think like that? Why would he think that? He saw it was MIchael that was flirting. And what was he talking about his other bandmates? They didn't flirt with me and I didn't flirt with them either. I continue walking, thinking angry thoughts, not knowing where I'm going.