-chapter 11-

      Incoherent lyrics blasted through the speakers to his right, and small giggles and voices were heard all around. Calum gazed around the room, not really looking for anything in particular. Soon enough, he spotted a smoking Brazilian number eyeing him from a table in the corner. She winked at the Australian and sent a sexy smirk his way—She wanted it.
    The bartender captured Calum's attention, notifying his shot was ready. His eyes switched from the attractive woman to the small shot glass. He downed the alcoholic beverage and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand instantly. Then he pushed his way to shove a tongue down the Spanish girl's throat.
   Surprisingly aomething tapped his shoulder. As he turned to greet the unexpected visitor, his lips were crushed under another's mouth. Unquestionably, the tan boy kissed back, unknown of who the attacker was, but not caring. He just wanted some action.
    Cal tugged at the end of her small dress and heard her give a small moan against his lips. Eventually, he pulled away to admire the magic he was making out with. Unfortunately, it wasn't the girl he was hoping for. She had tangled black hair with the exception of a few streaks of different colors, dark eyeshadow, far too much eyeliner for his taste, black lipstick on, and a tight black dress that barely made it past her bum.
    Calum grimaced and cringed in his skin realizing his tongue just touched the horrific girl's. Seeing his repulsed reaction, she frowned and left him to scrub his mouth with bleach.
     The Hispanic in the corner, to his luck, was still there eyeing him down. She was basically eyefucking Cal already. One could tell she was 'DTF'. The confident boy strutted towards her, spotting the nearest available seat and greeting her.
    She twirled her hair and licked her big pink lips. He took the opportunity to place a hand on her thigh and gave her a slight squeeze.
   "So, do you wanna wake up?" She said seductively, getting up and sitting on Calum's lap. Grinding slightly on his already hard crotch.
   "Excuse me?" The raven haired boy chuckled, rubbing up and down her perfectly smooth and tanned legs, anticipating getting between them.
      "Wake up you wanker," she moaned out onto his neck, earning a confused look from Calum.
A soft surface made contact with Calum's face, causing him to jolt up out of instinct. The sting of the sun through the windows shriveled his eyes and the realization that he was dreaming made him contemplate murder. Cal rubbed his tired eyes and let out groan in discomfort.
     "See, that's how you wake people up," Michael said from the foot of the bed. Cal flicked him off and laid his head back down, only to be greeted by another pillow to the face.
     "Wake up you lazy prick, someone needs to get us lunch," Ashton pouted, jumping up and down on the bed next to his tired friend's face.
    Calum pushed him off and sat up against the head board properly, "You can drive, you can cook, you don't need me, you're the lazy pricks," He mumbled out, still drowsy. Frustrated, he laid his head in his palms and shook it, "I was having a good dream too you fucks."
    "Oh trust me, we know," Ashton held back a giggle. They both looked at each other and smirked. They could hear the whole thing from the living room, but Calum was not aware.
    "Oh, oh Monica, just like that, yeah!" Michael mocked, moaning out his words while both of them collapsed in a fit of laughter. The tired grumpy one threw a pillow at him, hard and Mikey fell to the ground laughing.
    "Who's Monica anyway, what about poor wittle ol' Annie?" Ash asked the last part with a baby voice, wiping away a fake tear from his eye. Although, everyone already knew this was inevitable. It happened with every girl Calum was involved with.
    He sighed, "Monica is this girl that I met last night," Cal wiped his face while reluctantly getting out of bed and making his way to the bathroom.
    Calum learned to choose his words very delicately, he did not spare the details. If so, all he would hear was a lecture about how women aren't 'material items' and how 'he shouldn't treat them the way he does.' All Calum cares about was getting more action then anyone else in the house. That's all that mattered.
    Pushing his way past Ashton and Michael, there was a gasp,"Don't poke me with that thing," Michael spat in disgust, pointing towards Calum's 'undercarriage'.
"It's morning wood, fuck off," He grumbled and closed the door to the bathroom.
     All the frustration of them waking him up, and the sun giving his eyes a beating, and the abrupt ending to something he never got to finish made Calum want to punch the mirror as he stared back at the strikingly impressive figure.
       "It's not even morning anymore, it's three in the afternoon!" Michael called out from the other side of the door making his head pound. Cal did not bother rebutting or saying a rude comment back, he was still tired, and not in the mood for his friend's bullshit.
      "God, where the hell is Luke to shut you two up?" Cal whined, rubbing his temples attempting to calm the headache he could feel coming on.
      Calum never was a morning person, and all the boys knew it. Honestly, Michael and Ashton found joy in causing Calum distress.
     After swallowing a few headache pills, Calum jumped in the shower quickly to cleanse his retched sins, although, nothing could remove them. Once finished, he hopped out and wrapped a towel around his hips and entered his room again, groaning when he saw the same he then she sitting on his bed.
      "Would you guys leave unless you want lil cal," He warned them before he began to clothe himself.
Michael shook his head at his dark haired friend, "Not until you tell us about Monica, " he nudged Ash.
The curly headed boy wiggled his eyebrows, "You rascal. "
Cal rolled his eyes, "Get out."
Mikey cooed, "Tell us what you two did last night."
      Smirking, Calum told every detail of last night's events. All the moans, scratches and sweaty dancing that led to clothes scattered and sheets obscure. He was never shy on a good sex story. The guys always heard about the girls and everything. Calum was an open book.
Curious, Ash paused his friend, "Better then whatsherface? "
"Most definitely."
  "Ouch, thats cold bro, " Mikey winced at his words, feeling pity for the betrayal on Ana.
  "What, I'm being honest," Cal shrugged, dropping his towel and laughed at the groans he heard from the other two.
  "I'm gonna be honest with you, you're a slut. But you're a hot slut. I will give you that, " Michael admitted.
     Ashton blushed at his multicolored haired friend's true words as Calum retorted, "OH please, you've been with as many girls as I have, " he sassed, pulling a shirt over his head.
   "Nah mate, only three, " Mikey laughed.
   "Well, what about you Ash? " Calum asked the closeted boy.
     His body flushed as he searched for the correct words, "Uh, like four maybe, " He lied.
"See, you're a big slut Cal. Admit it, be happy with it, embrace it, " Michael stood and grasped his band mates shoulders, shaking him with each word.
     Although, Calum already had embraced it, he was proud of it. He loved getting what he wanted, any girl willing to give him just that was what he lived for.

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    Leaning against the counter next to the cash register, Anastasia poked at her name tag, bored to death. A notifying jingle went off, signaling someone had triggered the automatic doors and came in.
  "Hi, welcome to Walgreens," She said with a cheerful smile as whoever walked in.
  "Yeah, Uh, hi," A familiar Australian accent said.
  "What are you doing here?" The astonished girl asked. She didn't expect to see him here.
   "I went to your flat, and Isabelle said you'd be here," he smiled, putting a hand behind his head in shyness. Isabelle fangirled for a straight hour before finally telling him where Ana was.
"Do you need something?" She inquired, genuinely concerned.
He smirked before answering," Your attention."
Ana's cheeks turned crimson, "Well you have it, now what?"
    "Can I come by later? Us know, when you're not working and you're at your apartment?" Luke made out an awkward chuckle at his question.
Ana blushed once again and replied with a head nod, "Stop by around 9-ish."
"Will do," Just as quickly as he came in, he walked out.
      Time got the best of Ana, and she eventually forgot about inviting Luke over. The only thing on her mind was school and Calum. Remembering her seven page English paper due in a month, she asked to leave an hour early because she hasn't even started on it.
    Sure left the pharmacy and drove home without comment. Her mind closed by none other than Calum. To her he was so wonderful, but she had yet to see his true colors.
   Once home, she switched on the TV and put on awkward so it seemed like she wasn't alone and ran into her room. Of course, Isabelle wasn't home, she barely was. Ana stared at the computer screen for what seemed like years until she fell asleep. The assignment was harder then she thought.
   Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It startled her at first, but once she pried her eyes open she reluctantly answered the door.
   Opening the door she found a smiley Luke asking to come inside. It took her a moment to process why he was there, then the memory came and everything clicked.
   "Yes, I'm delighted, please come into my home where I eat, sleep, dream, and poop," Anastasia gestured towards inside the apartment, earning a snort from him as he stepped past her. "You're such a goofball," Luke gave a charming smile and one of those priceless Hemmings stares.
     "Okay, stop oogling and ogling and make that accent work and tell me what you want," Ana demanded, pushing away his flirtatious stare and walking back to the couch.
"Well, Uh, we haven't exactly gone on our 'hanging out' thing or whatever," he furrowed his brow,       confused by his own words, "You know what I mean," he pushed the confusion away and took a seat on the opposite sofa.
    "What did you have in mind?" The shorter of the two crossed her legs captivated by the images on the screen, not really paying attention in great detail. Then suddenly, she remembered her assignment that she was supposed to work on,"Shit!!" She yelled out in exhaustion, "I still have my paper," Ana face palmed herself and ran into her room, immediately jumping on the computer chair and opening up Office Word on a laptop.
"Anna?" Luke walked into the room and looked around.
     With the sudden outburst of thoughts, the girl completely forgot that he was there. She groaned in frustration, leaning back in the office chair. Her mind has been so closed and focused on Calum she could barely remember a thing.
"What's wrong?" asked the Australian boy behind her.
Whriling around in the chair to face him, she answered, "I'm so sorry, I just remembered my paper that's due Monday," Anastasia apologized, feeling bad for ignoring him and rushing off without explaining.
Luke gave her a nod, "Oh that's fine, whats the paper about?"
      The girl looked at him for a moment, in shock that he would actually ask. Why would someone like him care? He is famous, though she had never seen anybody scream and rush to take his picture. Then again, there are never really a lot of people out when Ana saw him out. Maybe he chose the right time of day.
      "Uh, it's a paper for my English class, the similarities of Poe's, Homer's , and Shakespeare's writings," she explained, still puzzled of why he wanted to know.
   "Do you need help?" He took a seat at the foot of the bed with a smile. "Oh, no, you don't have t-" he cut Ana off.
   "But I want to," he grabbed a spare desk chair from beside the window and pulled it next to hers, taking a seat, "Lets get started shall we?"