New Girl

"Luke," I gasp for air. "We can't keep doing this. We have to tell him."
"Fine," he groans seductively. "But it's your funeral."


5. Five

//A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. Hope you like the story. Please remember to like, favorite, and comment. Thank you~ Cami//

Calum's POV

*beep* *beep* 

I reach over and slam my alarm clock. I manage to silence the annoying sound and rub the sleep out of my eyes. Today is our first day of school. Libs came right before the year started. 

I get up and stretch a bit. I hop into the shower and do my regular stuff. I get out and get changed into a Guns & Roses t shirt with a red flannel on top. I put on some black skinny jeans with holes in them. I go back into the bathroom and fix my hair so it dries well. I put on my deodorant and some axe. Right before I walk out of my room I take a deep breath. I turn the knob and I walk out the same time as Libby does. 

You can tell that we are twins. She has the same dark complexion as I do. Her hair is naturally dark on top and fades into blonde for an ombre. She wears a pink long sleeved skater dress. Her make up is simple; just some thin eyeliner, mascara and some subtle pink lipstick. Her hair is in loose curls. She's tall, about 5'8. She's got plump lips like mine. She's slim and fit. She's has more prominent cheek bones than I do. My cheeks are a little pudgy. 

I try to take in as much as I can. I haven't seen her in seven years and that's seven years wasted. 

"You like nice." I say to her, not trying to slur my words. She isn't a stranger to me, we have texted and kept up with each for the past seven years. At first it was because our parents required us too, but soon enough we became close friends. I guess it's just weird seeing her in person. 

"Thank you. You don't look to bad yourself. I'm surprised." She smirks at me and I chuckle and shake my head. I offer her the crook of my elbow and she obliges. I walk with her down the stairs and I hear the click of a camera. I look at the bottom of the steps and their's our mother holding a camera.

"Mom!" We both groan.

"I wasn't even looking." She mumbles out.

"Then look." She laughs. We both smile and look at the camera as she snaps a few more pictures. We make our way down the stairs.

"I can't believe it's my little twins' last year of school. You two are growing up too fast." I see her start to tear up and I stride over there to give her a hug. Libby soon follows suit and hugs her too. 

After about ten more minutes of taking pictures, hugging and crying, we manage to get out of the door and into the car. 

"So, before you meet my friends, I have some rules."

"Oh joy." She laughs sarcastically.

"Rule number one: No dating them."

"Are they that great that I would want to date one of them?" I scoff at her and roll my eyes.

"Rule number two: Do not hit on them or like them in any way, shape, or form. If they like you that's different. I have to give them permission to hit on you first. But you can't go out having 'crushes' on them. That'll just make things weird."

"So I have to ignore any of my feelings toward them until one of them likes me?"

"Yes. Rule three: Think about the band before you do anything stupid, like-"

"What band?"

"Your meeting my band mates." I say to her blankly.

"I didn't know you were in a band."
"Oh. Are you sure?"

"Positive. You have never once mentioned a band."

"Well I'm in a band."


"So before you do anything stupid toward another band member that might potentially make them hate you, please think about it. And that brings me to rule number four: sometimes the band is going to come first, and I'm sorry, but your going to have to deal with it."

"Yeah I've kinda gotten used to getting put second." Her words were filled with enough venom to make me flinch. It really hits me hard about how much today means. I could lose her if this doesn't go well. I shrug it off and pull into the school parking lot. 

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