Love is an Act of War

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of CALUM HOOD'S fucking car. The window is rolled down, and I just sit there. Looking out the window. The wind blowing in my hair. What the HELL am I doing?! I can't be involved in anyway with Calum! He's my enemy, we want to kill each other! I mean. Right?

"Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance, in the parking lot?" I ask. He shrugs.

"Probably wouldn't have won. I didn't bring a knife or gun or anything, and unlike you, I'm not a practically trained assassin." He smiles. I smile.

"We're crazy."

"Yeah, but that's what is fun about it." Calum says.

"Where are we even going?" I ask.

"I literally don't know." We laugh. It's nice, being friends again. Even if I'm betraying everything I live for, it's nice having Calum again.

"Did you think we'd ever end up like this?" I ask him. He looks at me before looking back at the road.

"Adria. Nobody could have predicted this." He sighs. He's right, though.

"Gangs, war, it's weird thinking back to how normal things used to be." I say, looking out the window again.

"So, when we go back to how we are..." He trails. I nod, looking out the window still.

"Yeah. When we go back to that."

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"A, where the fuck were you? You ran off at lunch and I never saw you again." Michael lectures. He's only ten months older, yet he acts like my father, and my bully all in one.

"You see me now." I say sarcastically, throwing my bag onto the couch where Ashton and Tristan sit, talking about types of guns.

"Shut up, Adria, I'm your brother and the LEADER of this gang, now if you don't like it you can-"

"Can what? Will you kick me out?" I ask. Ash turns around immediately to look at me.

"If that's what you want." Michael says, crosses his arms. I run up to my bedroom and slam the door. I don't know WHAT I want!

Ashton comes in, and softly closes the door.

"You aren't... Like... Leaving... Right?" He asks, sitting on my bed.

"No, I'm not." I huff, sitting next to him. "My brother can be so damn infuriating!"

He puts a hand on my shoulder. "And then there's this Calum thing and I just! Ugh!" I slip. Fuck.

"Calum thing?"

"No. No Calum thing."

"You said Calum thing, A, WHAT Calum thing." He says.

"... You can't tell a soul." I whisper. He nods slowly.

"Earlier before school started, Calum took me to the back of the school, and of course I had my knife with me, but then he took it from me, and started to feel me up and whisper in my ear, and I got all weird and mushy, and then Michael yelled at me about our parents so then after school I was with Calum, but we didn't do anything, we just drove around for a while." I said quickly. What have I done. Ashton doesn't say a thing, he just walks out, slamming the door behind him.

I go for a walk when I hear footsteps. I reach for my knife and turn around, looking at the Shadows gang. With Calum. I keep the knife up.

"Whoa, no knife please." Calum says, walking closer to me, but the rest of them stopping.

"I'm keeping the knife, now what do you want?" I ask.

"You."

"Excuse me?"

"Adria, we want you in our gang, you'd be perfect for us." Luke says from the back. I know how these things work, I have to think fast.

"Sorry, I'm taken." I say, looking at Calum mostly. For the first time in my life, I don't know what to do.

"That's a shame, really." Calum says with his hands in his pockets. I look at his right pocket more. He's holding a pocket knife.

"Nice knife." I say, gesturing towards his pocket. His eyes widen. "What, I'm not stupid. I was trained by Michael Clifford." I shrug. "But um." I say softly, walking over to Calum, being practically an inch away from each other. I wrap one leg around his waist, being all seductive, and then whisper in his ear, "If you ever try anything else like this," I pause and brush our lips together, and then whisper, "I'll kill you."

I can tell he's getting weak, "You're lying." He says. I laugh softly into his ear.

"You wanna bet?" I ask. He looks down, and sees I'm holding my knife to his stomach, my leg covering the knife so the gang can't see it. He smiles.

"Good job, Adria. Until next time." He says, placing a warm kiss on my neck. Fuck he's good. I smile and walk away.

What did he mean, 'until next time?'

And what the hell happened with Ashton?

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