Josh's POV
MISSING
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"We are going to be late." I said to Callum, deadpan. Callum who is refusing to unlock the door until he finishes eating his burrito.

"It's for a good reason." He says, staring at his burrito as if it's the most beautiful thing in the world.

The warning bell sounds as Callum continues to bite into his burrito.

"Open the door or I'm breaking the window."

At the mention of damaging his poor car, Callum stuffs his burrito in his mouth before unlocking the door and swallowing his food down so hard I could practically see it moving down his esophagus.

He shuffles out of the car, hiking his backpack up his shoulders as he groans.

"Who even gives a damn about school?" He asks as he looks desperately at me, practically begging me to let him go home.

I roll my eyes, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards school.

"I care about you actually being able to graduate." I say, finally getting him to walk with me and letting his arm go.

Callum mumbles something under his breath but I didn't catch it.

I hurry through the walls, practically running as Callum doesn't even struggle to keep up with me.

We had basically the same schedule, the only difference was, he took PE after lunch and I took Computer Science.

I wouldn't classify myself as a nerd, I would, however, classify myself as un-athletic. I couldn't run, I couldn't throw a dodge ball, and more importantly I always got really bad sides aches.

Callum and I made it into class with 2 minutes to spare.

I looked over to Callum who sat next to me.

"You're still eating your burrito?" I ask in shock at Callum's chipmunk cheeks.

"You rushed me." He says in an accusing voice, fighting more down his throat as he swallows.

I shake my head and glance around the room at all the girls staring intently at Callum who is still chewing his fricking burrito.

Did I mention Callum was popular? I'm sure I did.

And the reason why? He didn't give a damn about them. But don't get him wrong, I'm not saying 'sleeps with them once and then dumps them' I'm saying, he never takes interest in the girls that flirt with him or smile at him. He's polite towards them, but if they get on his nerves he's not hesitant to tell them to fuck off.

Most girls find him attractive, but then you have that group of girls that don't find him attractive and instead want to be the one to 'steal his heart' and then break it.

Like the ones in books, the sarcastic 'oh fuck You' type that end up stealing the guys heart and falling in love, having a few bumps in the road and then it's happily ever after. That group.

I never got as much attention as him, in fact, the most attention I got was questions about him. It never made me jealous though. I wonder if that's because I don't even like girls.

Which is weird to think about.

"Okay class- oh, Callum, welcome back, lovely of you to finally join us."

Now Callum had swallowed all his food but he was chugging something out of a water bottle.

Callum puts the bottle down and nods.

"You're welcome?" He says, looking confused as the people around us snicker. It wasn't funny, they all just liked to kiss ass.

As fight-y and angry as Callum seemed, he was oblivious to basically everything he did.

The teacher shook his head continuing his lesson.

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"Callum, if you don't start taking this class more seriously you're going to fail."

Callum looked up from his paper, a confused look on his face.

"That means I'm not failing already, right?" He asks, his face still looking confused.

I shake my head.

"Callum, just... try to pay more attention. Please."

Callum finally gives in, nodding his head. "Alright, sorry." He says.

Callum taps his pencil against his hand as he stares open mouthed at the teacher.

It was really a funny sight. His head was tilted, eyebrows crinkled and his mouth was slightly parted.

"Callum." I say, catching attention.

He turns towards me, "Do you understand this?" He whispers pointing a pencil at the teacher. "This is like... I dunno. German? Am I in the right class?"

I rolled my eyes at his drama and then leaned over, "I'll help you."

He lets out a sigh, "Thank you."

I walk through it with him as the teacher continues her lesson.

After we've finished the problem, Callum actually looks... surprisingly relieved.

"Okay." He says to himself before glancing at me, "Thank you." He says. He gives himself a giddy grin which I thought was, honestly, more adorable than it should've been.

I continuously glance over at his paper to make sure he's doing the steps right, and when it came down for him to do it himself. He actually did okay.

The teacher called for Callum to stay when she received his paper, of course I stayed behind too.

"Did you cheat?" She asks suddenly.

"What?"

"You got almost every answer right, did you cheat off of Josh?" She asks.

Callum gets an offended look on his face. "Hey, I just started paying attention more like I said I would. Why are you assuming I cheated?" He asks.

I look at Callum's grade before looking back at Callum.

He looked pissed.

"It's nothing personal Callum. It's just that this is the best grade you've gotten since the start of the school year. It's a simple question."

"So I'll give you a simple fucking answer. No, I did not fucking cheat." He snaps, crinkling his eyebrows.

The teachers bites her cheek, looking at him wearily.

"Josh, did you see him cheating off of you?" She asks me.

I shake my head, "No, he did that himself." I say, feeling Callum's appreciative gaze on my face.

The teacher sighs, "Alright. Next grade, however, if it's bad I'll have my answer that you cheated on this one and you'll get an automatic zero on this paper and detention as well."

I tried to drag Callum away from the teacher, but he's Callum so he obviously didn't budge.

"How the fuck does that make sense?" He asks, "I do bad you threaten my grade, I do good you threaten me? You want me to get the perfect 'average person' score?" He asks, as I try to get his gaze to meet mine, begging him with my eyes to let it go. "And next grade is a new lesson, what if I don't get that one and as hard as I try I still get a fucking bad grade?" He asks, and I watch as he clenches his jaw.

The teacher sighs, "Callum it's not personal, the bells about to ring and I'm not giving you a late slip If you are." She says completely ignoring Callum's frustration.

I grab Callum's arm and his eyes finally meet mine.

He sighs, following me out of the classroom, his hand flexing and Un-flexing at his side.

"This is why I hate going to school." Callum says, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself.

"Come on, lets go or we'll be late. Maybe Mr. Perez will make you feel better?" I suggest, letting go of his arm.

Callum follows me to Mr. Perez's room before sighing.

"Thanks, Josh. Even though you are a show off half the time, I appreciate it." He says, his gaze meeting mine with that stupid smile.

I feel my face heat up, glancing away. "Yeah yeah, don't turn sappy on me now." I grumble as he and I sit down.

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Callum runs up to me, his hairline glistening with sweat, still, he smelt amazingly fresh.

"How was Baking?" He asks running a hand through his sweaty hair.

I shrug, "I burnt my finger." I hold up my finger, showing off my bandaid.

He looks at my blue bandaid. "Oh no! You poor little thing! Are you okay do I need to take you to the hospital?" He asks, sticking out his bottom lip and holding my finger in his hand gently.

"Oh shut up." I grumble, ripping my hand out of his grip.

He laughs, "you know blues such a boring color, you know which color would be better?" He asks.

I crinkle my eyebrows, "What?" I ask.

"Bubble gum pink." He says, reminding me of when I wrapped his hand with bubble gum pink horse wrap.

I roll my eyes, "Shame, they only had blue." I say, sending him a glare.

He laughs as we head towards our last class.

"Want me to kiss it better?" He asks as I continue to hold it to my chest.

"No." I glared, "Your nasty sweat will get all over me."

"yeah," He trails, "I probably should head to my locker and dry off my hair a bit." He said, shaking his head making sweat fly everywhere.

"Callum! That's disgusting." I say as I go to dry off the bits of sweat that landed on me, wiping them back on him.

"That just proves my point, doesn't it?" He asks, grabbing my arm and dragging us towards his locker.

His hand rests on my wrist and I was praying to god he couldn't feel my racing pulse. Maybe he would mistake my pounding heart for a jitty heart that was disgusted from the sweat on me.

When he get to his locker he pulls out something that looks like a cloth and dries off his hair, and by dries off I mean 'places it on his head while drinking water'

"Why didn't you do this in the boys locker room?" I grumble as he drops my wrist.

Callum shrugs placing down his water and dabbing his hair dry.

"There's too many smelly boys in there." He says, rubbing the towel like a mad man on his head.

"Callum, you are a smelly boy." I say rolling my eyes.

Callum copies my action, rolling his eyes as he continues to dry off his hair.

He turns away from him and I get a glimpse of his back muscles through his shirt, immediately turning away and occupying myself by looking at my burnt finger as if it was hurting again.

"Done." He says.

I look back, immediately laughing at how crazy his hair looked.

"Well, with that hairdo, might as well say good morning." I say leaning back to get an even better look.

Callum crosses his arms over his chest, "Rude." He simply states before asking. "What do you presume I do about it?"

I sigh, "Callum, you bring a towel to school, but not a comb?" I ask crossing my arms also.

"Well, Yeah." He says, shrugging. "I'm a boy, it's easy to have messy hair." Then he gets a slow growing smirk on his face, "And i'm hot too."

I rolled my eyes, "Come here." I say bringing my hands to his head, sweeping it to one side and then a little bit in front of his face.

I could feel his gaze on my face as I swiped his hair to the side, my fingers gliding easily through his black hair. My hand rested on his shoulder as I stood on my toes to reach his height and see on top of his head. I dropped my hand from his shoulders and used the lockers to stable me inside.

I was shocked, even wet his hair was so soft, is that even possible? I wasn't even grossed out by the fact I was touching his sweat filled hair, instead I tried to keep my racing heart down. Okay, I was grossed out, but I was more consumed with the fact that Callum's hand was now fiddling with the bandaid on my finger.

I brought my hand down, wiping the (disgusting) sweat on my jeans and meeting his eyes. His incredibly green eyes. His incredibly beautiful green eyes that were staring directly into mine, centimeters away. His incredibly beautiful green eyes that were centemeters from mine and-

Okay I think you get the point.

I break the tension.

"Much better, now you look less like you woke up." I say, sending him a thumbs up.

He rolls his eyes but there's a small smile on his lip, "All right Mr. Perfectionist, lets get to class before the teacher gives me shit about it." He says, waving for me to follow him, and like a lost little puppy.

I do.

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