Angel Meets Rebel

"Wait, where are we going?!"

"Come on, Hood. Learn to live a little."

//Calum Hood Fanfiction//


6. 06

Delilah's POV
I was late. Fashionably late of course. But I was never really hassled to go to school or woken up by nagging parents. I tugged down the sleeves of my jumper, holding the cuffs tightly within my fingers. 


I had done it last night, even though I had seen and spoken to my Angel. Yet, somehow it just wasn't enough. I had used the thin pieces of metal that had become my friends growing up. The countless scars up and down my arms brought back the memories of who I used to be, and who I am now. 

No one knew how I would spend the last few moments before lying in my bed. Cowering in the corner, surrounded by my own shadows, afraid, scared, and sad. All the things that i could fault about myself, my life, my feelings came to life during those moments. Swirling around me, seeming like a never-ending guilt trip, eating away at my flesh as i sliced through the delicate skin of my body again and again. 

When I was younger I would count how many swipes I would do. But as time progressed, counting became pointless to me. Only until I had reached my limit and taken all my anger and depression out would I stop. But I had never gone beyond my own limits. 

I knew where I needed to stop and where I could keep going. I knew myself, perfectly. Depressed, mentally deranged girl who hid herself behind a girl that was strong, powerful and confident. I wished to be like her. And even though most people saw me in that way, it wasn't the real me. It never was. And it never will be. 


"Delilah?" I turned around in the hallway, surprised anyone would be around. Second period had already begun. 

"Angel." I sighed. I needed to see him, feel his presence before me. It's what gave me that little bit of hope to survive another day. 

"What happened? How come you're late?" He leaned against the lockers, arms folded over his chest, muscles visible from under his navy blue MAINE shirt. Tight black jeans, black boots. It was my Angel. My real Angel. 

"Oh, uh-" The bell rang, a few students emerging from their classrooms. 

"And what do we have here? Little nerd boy is trying to up his game, huh? Hey, babe, why are you hanging around with this son of a bitch? Come hang with us instead, we could show you some stuff." It was Mitchell. Mitchell Prescott. The captain of the school's soccer team and the guy who's middle name should be 'fuck boy'. He was slightly taller than me, but not to the intimidating extent. He took advantage of this, however, bringing his hand near the side of my head, leaning on it. 

"Look, Mitchell. I am not your 'babe'. He," I pointed to Calum, "Is not a son of a bitch. And if you're asking me for what I think you're asking me you better piss off before I tell your mother what you asked Miranda for last night." I whispered. There were a bunch of 'oos' but does it look like I give a damn? 

"H-how do you know that?" He stuttered, obviously threatened. 

"Oh, Mitchell. Mitchell. Mitchell." I tsked, shaking my head, "I know you asked for nudes from every, single girl in year 11 and a few year 10's. And I also know that your mum is a woman that will put you in your freakin' place when she finds out about it." He stood, frozen, shocked. "You do know that even if those girls have given consent to give you their nudes, it's child pornography. You know where that gets you, Prescott? Jail." I said, flipping his hand away from my head and grabbing Calum's hand, whisking him away from the small crowd that had gathered around us. 

"Where are we going?" He asked as I pulled him along, swimming through the crowd like a school of fish. 

"Anywhere. Anywhere but here." I said, breathing a sigh of relief as we came outside, in the fresh air. I stood still for a while, staring at the sky as the clouds moved by slowly. "What?" I asked, amused by Calum's eyes darting to me. 

"Huh? It's just... I wish I could be like you, you know?" I stopped for a second, staring at him. I wish I could be like you, no one had ever said that to me before. I was usually the person people wanted to avoid and stay away from. Apparently I was too intimidating and rude. 

"Oh, trust me, Hood. No one  wants to be like me. I'm a freak show with a side of a whole lot of issues." I said, chuckling coldly.

"No you don't. What issues do you have? Maybe aside from anger management." I punched his arm lightly at his last few muttered words.

"I have a lot..." I mumbled, rubbing my arm nervously.

"Aren't you hot? It's like a bazillion degrees out here." Calum asked, tugging on the sleeves of my shirt. I flinched, stepping back slightly. I looked up to meet Calum's eyes, eyebrows raised slightly. "A-are you okay? I'm sorry." He said, quickly, his brown eyes resembling a lost puppy's. I smiled slightly, shrugging it off. He doesn't need to know. If he does he might leave me. And I've been alone for far too long, I need someone to be by my side for a while.

"No, it's alright, Angel. I'm all good."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine." I reassured him, motioning for him to start walking again. We walked silently some time, stopping at several places as cars passed on the roads, letting the elderly walk before us.

We came to an old bakery on the side of the street. I used to come here with my parents all the time, usually after school. I remember they had the best jam-filled buns. "Seems like you know where you're going." Calum said as I pushed open the door, the sweet scent of fresh bread and jams swirling around me.

"I used to come here when I was younger." I said as Calum stepped in after me. I looked around. The place hadn't changed one bit. And that comforted me. At least some things haven't changed dramatically in my life, I thought. 

"Delilah? Ah, love, I haven't seen you for years. Look how much you've grown." I knew the voice straight away. I smiled, looking up the register.

"May." I said, laughing as I walked up to the counter. I ran my hand along the edge of it. I had never been able to see over this bloody thing. But look how much can happen in 10 years. "I've missed you so much." I said, breathing a sigh of relief. She, herself, had not changed either. Soft wrinkles around her eyes, going in deeper as she smiled, which was all the time when I was younger and that hadn't changed. Deep green eyes, like the soft leaves of a tree. She was one of the people I knew very well, growing up. We had spent hours together after school, sometimes she'd even let me help her bake some of the cookies while my parents read the paper and drank their coffee.

"So have I, dear. So have I." She looked over at Calum, eyebrow raised, "Is this your boyfriend, Del? My, my, my, he's a good-looking one, isn't he?" I looked over at Calum, giggling. Boyfriend? That would never be.

"No, May. Calum is a friend of mine. Cal, this is May, my favourite person." I said, introducing the two to each other.

"Ah, too bad. Oh, but you know..." She beckoned Calum to come closer, "She's a girl that's hard to get. Work hard, boy, and she'll be all yours." She whispered the last part, but it was still loud enough for me to hear.

"May!" I scolded. She shrugged innocently, taking our orders. And still, after 10 years, she had remembered my order.

"I like May. She's great." Calum said as she had gone to get our orders ready.

"What? Because she thought that we were dating?"

"No. Because she thinks I've got a chance." 


Was that too early? I don't know, I'm too tired RN. Well, this was one long butt chapter, 1400 words or so. Hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to comment and vote, it makes me feel like people are reading this retarded book. :)



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