Too Hot
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Part 1/?
Summary: Enemies to lovers trope, frat boy! Calum hood, etc.
Inspired by the calum hood sidehoes gc credits to all of them for ideas especially @slimthicccal screw u
It was dark and crowded. You had decided to go out with a group of friends to what was supposed to be a chill hang out. But as your group was hanging out one of them got a text from their boyfriend telling her about a party at his frat house. You had begrudgingly agreed to go with them, figuring they would need someone to keep them in check. You had an early morning the next day so you didn’t want to get drunk or anything.
You were standing in a dark corner, gathered in a circle with a few of your friends, they were all talking about other people that were at the party when you heard a familiar name. Calum Hood. They all started to talk about how attractive they thought he was. You couldn’t help but feel your eyes roll every time someone said anything along the lines of, ‘Oh My God!’ “I swear!’ or ‘He’s so hot.’ You hated how much attention he got. Sure, he was a very attractive guy. But he was way too attractive for you to ever trust him. You were sure something had to be up with him.
“Hey Y/N, you should totally go for Calum. You two would be such a good fit together.” One of your friends, Isabel, giggled and soon the rest of them were nodding their heads in agreement.
“I bet Ashton could set it up, they’re good friends, same fraternity, too.” Your friend who had gotten you all invited to the party spoke up. Ashton was her serious, long term boyfriend, anytime she mentioned him, you swore you heard wedding bells ringing.
“Absolutely fucking not.” You snorted. Everyone in your circle looks at you in shock for a minute and no one says anything right away.
“Wait why? He’s so hot and he’s, like, a good guy.” Isabel protested.
“I’m so not interested, I fuckin hate him.” You said. You felt a little uncomfortable at the confession that had just fallen from your lips. You didn’t really hate anyone, but for some reason, you felt such strong emotions toward the dark haired boy.
“Why? What did he do? I’m not kidding, if he hurt you, I’ll hurt him.” Maren, another girl, said suddenly.
“It’s stupid, but like he’s too fucking good looking to be the kind of guy he is. He’s too perfect, something doesn’t add up. I don’t fucking trust him.” You admit.
“What? Does little Y/N have a crush? All the more reason for me to set you up.” Ellie said as she called her boyfriend over. “Ashton, come here!’
Ashton heard her and walked over from the opposite side of the basement, it was amazing how he heard her from across the room, and it was so loud and crowded. “What’s up, babe?” He asked as he greeted her by wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing the side of her forehead.
“We HAVE to set Y/N and Calum up, she totally likes him.” Ellie said.
“I,” you interrupted, “do not like him, he’s an entitled ass. He’s too good looking and he’s too nice and smart. Besides don’t you think he can be kind of cocky and, I don’t know, smirky?”
“C’mon, there’s no way you hate him because he’s hot.”
“You totally like him, you can’t hide it from us.”
“Y’all would be a power couple if you got together.”
“I can go talk to him right now, Y/N, if you want? He’s here somewhere. I saw him like twenty minutes ago.” Ashton said
“Ashton, thanks but don’t. Can we drop it please?” Ashton seems to get it but no one else takes the hint or notices the slight icy tone in your voice.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Ashton, go get him right now!” Ellie demands.
“I said drop it. Don’t mention him again. I don’t like him. At all.” This time, your voice was completely icy and everyone could tell just how serious you were. For the second time that night, everyone was quiet. Then they moved on to a new subject, not wanting to push you. You were quiet for the rest of the night, waiting to leave the party. You were no longer in a good mood and couldn’t wait to get home but you had to stay to make sure everyone else got home safe as they continued to drink the night away.
It didn’t take long for news of your dislike for the popular frat boy to spread across campus. You were both fairly recognizable people on campus, you had been on the top of the dean’s list ever since your first semester at university and this was your second year as Student Government president. Not to mention the many other positions you held across campus and the many other organizations that you were a part of. You had a very good reputation on campus. You were well liked and very friendly to everyone you met which is why people were so surprised to hear of your hatred for Calum Hood. Calum was known well for being his Fraternity’s President, team captain of the intramural soccer team, volunteering on campus during the week and the parties he throws off campus on the weekends. He was also known for, as had been brought to your attention too many times to count, the fact that he was insanely hot.
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“Hood, did you hear that Y/N basically hates you guts?” Luke mentioned casually one day while their group was getting a late lunch after classes.
“She does?” Calum asked. He had no idea she felt that way. He’d barely every spoke to her so it seemed odd, but maybe it was just a rumor.
“Yeah. She was so pissed at the party last Friday night when someone mentioned that the two of you would be a cute couple. What did you do to her?” Luke continued.
Calum would be lying if he said he’d never thought about Y/N that way. She was cute, in a girl-next-door kind of way, and she totally acted the part. Top of her class, super sweet to EVERY ONE and she was always laughing. She seemed insanely innocent and as far as he knew, she’d never been the hook up type and he couldn’t remember her ever having a boyfriend. She had her shit together, anyone could see that.
“I mean, I have no idea. I don’t think I’ve ever really talked to her before so I don’t know what I could have done to piss her off.” Calum said. He could feel himself growing more confused as he thought about it. He couldn’t think of anything that he could’ve done to upset you. He was quiet throughout the rest of lunch as the rest of the boys moved on and chatted about a variety of other things.
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It was just about a week later when it finally caught up to you. You were sitting in the on-campus coffee shop, doing some study for a huge exam you had coming up when Calum Hood walked in. You barely gave him a glance when you heard the door to the shop swing open, you saw his dark mop of curls and turned back to your work. You were not about to have a conversation with Mr. Pretty Boy. Typically, when people you knew walked in, you would wave at them or have a quick conversation, but you were not in the mood to talk to him. You hated hating him, it was exhausting and it felt like he was always taking up room in your life. You didn’t hate people, you always went out of your way to be nice to others and not in a fake nice type of way. So instead of being rude to Calum Hood, you would always be courteous and polite if you had to interact with him, but nothing more, nothing less.
Realizing, your focus was completely on Calum, you shook yourself out of it before turning back to your work. You were stressed enough about this exam without worrying about Calum so you needed to get back to studying. You put your headphones back in and softly hummed along to the Aces while jotting notes down and making flashcards, occasionally picking your coffee up to take a sip. You had completely forgotten about him until you felt a shadow fall over your table. When you looked up, there he was standing so you unplugged your headphones.
“Hello Calum.” You nodded. He must’ve taken it as an invitation to sit down because that’s what he did next.
“How’s my favorite student government president?” He smiled at you from what was now, his seat. He was happy by your pleasant greeting. He had been surprised to see you in the shop but was happy it gave him a chance to talk to you and gauge your feelings.
“I’m great, how about yourself?” You asked trying to think of way to get out of there.
“I’m pretty good, the frat and soccer team have both been-” He was cut off by you quickly grabbing your stuff.
“Oh shoot. I’m sorry I actually have to run. I totally forgot I have a thing to get to, like, now. I can’t be late. I’m sure you know how it is.” You rushed as you grabbed your stuff. You knew you weren’t being very tactful about leaving especially not about your excuse but you couldn’t just sit there and chit chat with him.
He slumped back in his seat and started to say goodbye but you were already crossing the shop. He looked upset and you almost felt bad. But not really. He had so many girls falling at his feet and why should you feel bad for him when he had everything with the flick of his wrist?
“Wait, actually! Hold up, Y/N!” He shouted as walked across the shop and caught the door behind you. You were surprisingly fast for your size and he had to speed walk to keep up.
“Y/N. I know you don’t like me.” He said loudly. This made you stop in your tracks.
“That’s not true.” You stuttered. “I’m just in a rush. Really. Calum.”
“Get off it. I know it’s true, obviously, by the way you’re acting.” He says. “All I want to know is why.”
This time you stopped in your tracks.
“Really. Calum? Not everything is about you. I don’t know why you’re bringing this up. Not everyone has to like you.” You sighed.
He stared down at you, you were itching to get out of there, so you rolled your eyes at him before trying to walk away. This time, he grabbed your arm, gently, and nudged you back. You could’ve easily pulled away but you let him.
“Ooh, that really hurt, angel.” He rubbed a small circle over his heart. “Here I was, under the impression that you were friendly.”
“Well I am. Just not to you.” You scoff, this time, you walk away and don’t let him get the chance to get another word in. However, you did hear him softly mutter, “what the fuck?”
