5SOS Imagines: The Collection

Two Truths and a Lie part 3

PART THREE

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There's a list taped on your locker door.

It's a list of all the things Calum looks for in a girl. You've made dot jots, sticky notes and highlights already, making sure every single step of your transformation is planned.

You still saw Calum in the hallways sometimes, either talking on the phone or talking to girls. Edgy girls, the ones he said he was attracted to.

But the way he stared at you when you dyed your hair purple, or started wearing chokers and drinking booze in the parking lot fuelled your determination.

Days passed, weeks, and eventually months.You've executed the plan perfectly on a daily basis, and were now the girl Calum said you couldn't be. You had new friends, a new hang-out, and a new life. It was satisfying for a second but...Calum was gone. You didn't care about impressing him any more. He was the 'softie', who needed to grow a pair of balls. (So you could kick them)

Now you were just a girl who hung out with bands and swore in public. And you planned to stay that way. Calum or not, you liked the new you.

You've even met a new guy. His name was Ashton, and he was passionate, unpredictable, and dangerous.

On the day you met, he was wearing a bandana.

"Whoa. Hey," he'd yelled over the music, leaning into the bar counter.

"Who're you?" You asked.

"Ashton. You look like you need a drink."

"I just had one."

He rolled his eyes. "Have another."

You just shrugged. "You're paying for me?" It didn't even sound like a question, the way it came out of your mouth. More like a command.

Ashton flashed a wicked grin. "Anything for you, sugar."

The rest of the night he sat so close to you you could smell the booze on his breath and his hands bumped up against your thigh. And by midnight, you were in the backseat of his car, legs straddling his waist and fogging up the windows.

It was all downhill from there.

<5 months later>

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Ashton leans in for another kiss, but you aren't feeling up to it. So you just press a finger to his lips and change the subject.

"Are you going to college?"

He huffs in frustration. "Haven't thought about it yet."

"You probably should."

"Why should I?" He asks, letting his feet dangle over the roof.

"You need to know what you're going to do with your life," you tell him seriously.

He laughs.

"I'm serious, Ashton."

"Don't be such a killjoy." He smirks, leaning in again.

You push him off you. "I'm not."

"Cock block. Buzz kill. Softie." He yawns.

'You're a softie, Y/N. You're a softie." Calum's voice rings through your mind.
You shiver with anger. "Don't call me that."

"Softie," Ashton repeats.

You jump up, ready to leave or punch him in the face. But one slip of the foot is all it takes. You lose balance as you spin, tripping over the edge of the roof. You spiral towards the ground, hearing your own screams and Ashton calling your name...

No. Not Ashton. Calum's.

Why?

What's going-

But there's no time to think;

the ground is meters away.

Inches.

And your life literally flashes before your eyes.

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