The Only Exception

Summary: Cupid is my nemesis and I stopped believing in love years ago. Then why am I singing about it?! I'm going against everything I stand for! …Why? Apparently he is the only exception. (Inspired by the song, The Only Exception - Paramore)

"…When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind

He broke his own heart and I watched

As he tried to reassemble it"

…My life is completely ironic. It always has been and that's no sick joke.

About a week ago, I felt undying enmity and distaste towards this song that was entitled as "The Only Exception" by one of my favorite bands, Paramore. I mean, Hayley Nichole Williams' voice definitely rocked my world but whenever someone would mention the blasted song to me, my brain would instantly scream at the band, scolding them for composing such a crappy song. Crap. Crap. Crap. That's what it was to me.

"Why?" you may ask.

Actually, the song related to my current life very well but the part about "finding" love and "believing" in it… I hated it. I knew that it was basically impossible for an anti-love person to suddenly change into a hopeless romantic. What was that all about? …Reincarnation of the heart? These were my thoughts, a week ago…or to be precise, eight days from today, Tuesday.

I hate sappy stuff, loathe it even. I will never believe in stupid fairytales and happy endings and whatnot. I don't believe in totally unrealistic love stories. To make it simple and straight to the point, I believe that love does not exist, period.

Oh and the whole 'I-hate-the-awful-song-but-I-really-love-the-band' is not really the irony here, ladies and gentlemen. Like I said, a week ago, I hated every syllable of the song but now, here I am, singing the dreaded song with my ever faithful, black and silver guitar, Valentine. Yep, that's one more irony in my life. A nonbeliever of love having a guitar named Valentine. Don't ask why. Seriously, don't.

"And my momma swore that she would never let her self forget…"

Right now, my eyes are practically about to burst into a Niagara Falls of crystal tears.

As I mentioned, the song relates to my life. My daddy and momma aren't the happiest couple in the world. In fact, they're the opposite. Their marriage is hanging on a flimsy thread. Actually, their marriage is gone. It's been gone for many, many years. It's been that way since… well…

"And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love, if it does not exist"

Oh, I remember that day. It was ten years ago. I was seven years old. My parents were this close to killing each other. Dad just found out that mom spent my schooling money gambling with her so-called friends and angry tears fell from his gray eyes. He obviously had taken enough of her stupidity.

Back then, mom was—and still is—a gambler and a smoker. They were her unhealthy obsessions that couldn't be helped by her. They were caused when she started taking drugs. She took every drug known to man. You name it, she consumed it. Yeah, my mom was not the best role model for me especially when I was still in a tender age. My dad, on the other hand, was perfectly sane and he loved me more than his own life. He was a regular employee who took night classes to learn law.

Dear momma announced that she had a social life and I was—quote—"not that significant" and she "couldn't care less about her damndaughter" because she "has better things to do in her godforsaken life".

Long story short, she left us and my dad started crying his eyes out. His expression was mixed with melancholy, anger and… grief. From that day on, I told myself that love never existed. The proof was right there, right before my innocent eyes.

Now, dad's a single father "taking care" of his one and only daughter. He's currently a lawyer now, and a successful one at that. My dad is unaware of "with great power comes great responsibility (or at least great judgment)". To prove this, every other month, he would come home with another blonde or brunette gold-digger and claim that he's in love with her but then their relationship ends in a not-so-well way. He would never date any redheads since they remind him of mom.

With this information in my head, it makes it hard to actually believe in love… or in a prince charming.

…Anyway, tell me. How exactly did I let myself go through with this? Seriously, how? It's been ten years since I last sang a song like this.

"…But darling, you are the only exception

You are the only exception"

My teary eyes allow me to quickly scan the huge crowd before me. My vision is a bit blurry but I'm able to make out a familiar face with soft, golden eyes and dark brown hair.

"You are the only exception

You are the only exception…"

Oh right.


He's the reason why I'm on this stage, singing a song that I detested. A kind of song that I haven't sang in years, a song of love.

"Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul

That love never lasts"

A single tear escapes from my eyes and slides down to my cheek…

…Love never lasts.

"And we've got to find other ways to make it alone

Or keep a straight face"

Keep a straight face.

I can't. I just can't anymore…ever since he became a part of my life.

It all started a week ago, I guess. It was a Monday.

Gazing at myself at the girls' restroom's mirror, I was doing the last inspection of my outfit before my monthly morning singing performance. Singers, such as my self, have to perform once a month in the auditorium in front of the high school department. Why? I had no idea.

All of my looks came from my father—the tall height, the pale skin, the black hair—except for my blue eyes, curly eyelashes and hourglass figure. Those came from my mom.

Suddenly, I heard someone whistle in appreciation and turned around in an instant, only to see a familiar pair of vibrant, green eyes and shoulder-length, auburn hair. Estelle Anne Bridges,my French-American best friend.

"You look gorgeous!" my best friend commented as she continued whistling. I laughed lightly and said a "Thanks Stella".

"Your looks are a waste, you know." Here we go again... "I mean sure, you flaunt your hotness when you sing on stage but… you're torturing every boy in school or any guy who looks at you since you're not interested in any guy and they know that they'll never have you. Why must you hate boys so much?"

In an attempt to stifle my laughter, I shook my head. Estelle always gave me the same speech before a performance to the point that I practically memorized it by heart.

"It's called being a feminist, and that's how I want to keep things. Me… being completely guy free… except for Nick and Cole," I replied before sticking my tongue out. Nick and Cole were my best guy friends though Nick was gay. The four of us completed our little circle of friends.

Yes, having two best friends of the male variety (Nick was technically a guy) showed another irony in my life. They were the only guys that I could really open up to. They treated me as their little sister. They stood up for me when I needed them. How could anyone hate someone like that? They were too likable to despise. I wasn't that heartless.

This time, Stella shook her head in disappointment.

"Speaking of the guys, I'm going to catch up with them. You ready?"

"Almost but go ahead without me, Stella." She nodded and waved a goodbye in response, leaving me alone in the restroom.

After washing my hands, I left and as I turned to the direction to where my locker was, I accidentally collided with someone. I closed my eyes out of instinct after the hard impact. In a few seconds, I opened my eyes again and took in the surroundings. There was a hand offering me assistance. To which I took it gratefully.

"Sorry, I didn't — "Noticing a rather muscular arm wrapped my waist firmly, holding my balance in place, I stopped in mid-sentence. Finally, I dared myself to look at the person who I was guessing to be a guy.

…I was unfortunately right.

He was tall, almost around 6"2. He had a gorgeous head of messy, dark brown hair. The shade was so dark that it almost looked black. From where I was standing, he was lean and muscular in all the right places. The guy had a pair of golden hazel eyes which at the moment, showed concern and a charming face.

So not my type, but then again, I don't have a type.

"Are you alright?" he asked me. Wow, he has a deep voice. Maybe he sings too.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." Pause."…You do know that you can let go of me now, right?"

He nodded, staring intently at me.

One word: Freaky.

Raising an eyebrow, I questioned, "Then…why aren't you?"

"I don't want to," he simply drawled as his penetrating molten eyes locked with my blue orbs. Is he new here or something? Does he not know me? "You're Callie Aura Kennedy, right?"

Oh, so he does know me…but who is he? I think I saw him before. It's on the tip of my tongue…

"Yeah but I go by Callie."

I hated my middle name, Aura. My dad told me that my name was supposed to be Callie Aurora Kennedy but he hated Aurora so my brilliant mother made it into Aura. Insert eye-roll here.

His eyes held a glint of recognition and a twinkle of something I couldn't comprehend at the moment. It was somewhere along the lines of bliss, surprise and expectation…? My stomach did uncomfortable flips for a few seconds. He was freaking me out.

"So you're the hot chick who doesn't date, then?" Hot chick…? Now I'm irritated.

"First off, don't call me 'hot chick'."—I air-quoted—"Second, what's it to you? Lastly, let me go."

"Is it illegal for a guy to be curious, Callie?" he answered coolly. "And I already told you, you're mineand I don't want to let you go…"

I blinked in a disbelieving manner. I'm his? My jaw dropped open for a split second but I regained my composure, deciding to try a different approach for this…stranger. I had a few acting skills in my sleeve and this was the perfect time to use them.

I started laughing at his face. No joke. A couple of teardrops formed near my eyes and I used one hand to wipe them while the other clutched my stomach tightly.

"Al-Alright… Who set you up… for this? Was it... Nick?" I kept fake-laughing. Luckily, this part of the hallway was pretty much deserted during this time. I took the time to see a confused look on his face. Slowly, my fake chuckles ceased and I had successfully removed his arm from my waist. I walked away from him and his bewildered expression. It worked! The look on his face was priceless!

"H-Hey!" he called out in shock. I pretended not to hear him and continued walking. He continued shouting, "Name's Blaine, by the way. Remember it! Blaine, Blaine Bond…"

I started cracking up again. Bond, seriously? I was out of his earshot when I started laughing.

Oh god, Bond…

"…Then he shouted, 'my name's Blaine, Blaine Bond'," I told Stella on my morning escapade with Mister Bond while I was getting my bag from my locker.

"Wait, Blaine? …As in Blaine Shawn Bond…?"

I nodded while trying to control myself from saying "No, as in James Bond." I had no idea why but her eyes suddenly enlarged into two earths and her mouth was ready to collapse and drop open.

Genuinely curious, I asked, "Anything about him that I should know about?"

"Blaine transferred here two months ago. He was actually being home-schooled until his freshman year. Then, he was enrolled in some classy academy for the academically gifted and rich and he ended up being transferred here for his junior year…"

"So he's an Einstein?"

Stella put her index finger up as a sign for me to stay silent. Apparently, she wasn't finished.

"…The reason why he transferred is because he got tired of everything in his old school. They say that girls would always go all over him. He got tired of all the extra attention and went here. People also say that he isn't into girls now and he rejects every confession given to him without even giving them a chance. He just wanted an escape but I guess that didn't really work out for him." I raised my eyebrow. So he was a heartless, good-for-nothing bastard. "It didn't work out because the moment he placed a foot on our school, he instantly became popular. He's practically the second most popular boy here…" Wait, second? "He's definitely the hottest and most-sought for but since he doesn't pay any attention to girls…he ended up being second and I guess that's about it."

"Oh." was all I could manage to say. "But what's the big deal?" I added as an afterthought. I bumped into the guy, so he had to notice me, big whoop. I told this to Stella and she stared at the pale cream tiles. Huh?

"Stella, there's no need to worry. He's definitely not my type. I'll be fine. He can't hurt me. No boy can." I looked at my best friend and saw her smile and reply a simple "I know."

She hugged me and after a few seconds, we let go of each other, smiling. Stella checked the time on her watch. "It's almost time for your performance, Cal."

"We better get going then and the guys are probably in the auditorium right now." Stella nodded and we both rushed over to the auditorium at once.

Surprisingly, we made it, panting and breathless.

It's show time.


"Callie, you were really amazing!" a blonde-haired boy named Cole Sanders exclaimed for the umpteenth time. Once again, I smiled a "Thanks." in response.

"Seriously, you were hot out there. Guys were swooning literally." Nick commented as he drank from his Coke can.

I chuckled at all of their unneeded praising. My little number went very well.

"I think she gets it, guys," Stella pointed out.

I was still laughing when I heard a somewhat familiar deep voice behind me.

"I got to hand it to you. You were actually pretty good."

It was Blaine, Blaine Bond. I had heard of his name too many times to start cracking up again. Plus, it wouldn't really help the situation.

"…Surprise, surprise but really? Wow. I never knew," Sarcasm dripped in my sentence as I rolled my eyes. "Thanks Wayne," I added in a sickly sweet tone.

Yeah, I called him that on purpose. Blaine, Wayne, what was the difference?

The guys were still talking about their weekend while Stella stared at Blaine and me, intrigued and worried all at the same time.

Blaine "Wayne" Shawn Bond seemed to be taken aback by my last statement. Probably because being the hotshot that he was or thought he was, he wasn't used to girls not knowing his name.

He regained his composure and feigned hurt, "That's cold, beautiful. I can't believe you forgot me…after all we've been through"—I scoffed while rolling my eyes. He leaned in closer and whispered—"I'm hurt."

"Aw, poor baby," I decided to play along with the idiot. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

A smirk was pasted on his face. "Go on a date with me…"

Raising an eyebrow at his direction, I put on a little mischievous smile of my own.

"Hell to the no," I drawled, looking at my apple green, manicured nails. I tilted my head up to see his face. The look on his face said it all. He obviously hadn't been expecting rejection. I gave him an overly sweet smile and turned my attention back to the table.


I didn't notice it but all eyes were on us. Stella had a small smile of relief on her face. Cole's lips were in a straight line. Nick's eyes were oozing in amusement yet there was a hint of disapproval. The cafeteria fell silent. The girls had expressions of disbelief while the guys were smirking. The girls were mainly surprised by two reasons: a) Their beloved god just asked me out when he supposedly had a reputation for flirting but not to the point of actually going on a date with them, and b) I rejected said god. On the other hand, the guys expected me to say no.

"No?" he asked incredulously. Again, his expression was utterly priceless.

"Actually, it was 'hell to the no' but that works too," I waved him off, not really caring.

He looked at me again before leaving the cafeteria.

All of a sudden, I got a text.

From: Unknown

Message: I won't give up that easily, babe. I know you want me. – Blaine

Hell to the no.

The next day, we were sitting at the popular table during lunch for once. It wasn't like we weren't popular. We were. I just hated sitting there since it was filled with dumb jocks and girls who were stupid enough to fall for said jocks.

Moving on, I was pissed off with Blaine since he continued to send me texts. What pissed me off more was he didn't want to tell me how he got my number. My friends started to take notice of my negative vibes so they formed this scheme to cheer me up. This plan involved what I loved doing, namely: making guys experience severe pain and torment. A sadist I was not.

So their "ingenious plan" was for us to sit in the popular table. You see, the popular table was where Blaine sat. I had to show him what he was missing and make him suffer since as of yesterday, I made it official that he could never have me. Also, I had to show him that I didn't regret rejecting his lowly self. Note: These words were my friends', not mine.

"Isn't this great? Just keep smiling," Nick whispered to my ear to which I nodded and he turned back to his conversation with Jerry, a football player.

To be honest—and I would never admit this out loud—it wasn't that bad here. At first, everyone at the table was shocked to find me, of all people, sitting with them but I managed to keep my sanity. I could actually get used to this.

"So… Kennedy, what brings you here?" Dick, football team captain and number one popular—yet incredibly stupid—guy, asked me while giving me his 'dazzling' smile. Barf.

"Is it a crime for me to be here, Dick?"

"Hey Blaine, you hear that? She knows my name," Dick announced proudly with a smug expression on his devil face. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up," he hissed darkly, glaring at the dimwit. His eyes fell on me for a second before announcing, "I lost my appetite." Then, he left.

"What's his problem?" Dick questioned. He was so dense. He turned his attention back to me and grinned, "You want to go out sometime?"

"Oh since, I know your name, it automatically means that I want to go out with you? Yeah…I don't think so," I replied firmly, gritting my teeth. My eyes locked on to the cafeteria doors.

Out of nowhere, I felt a pang in my stomach and there was a sudden urge in my brain that wanted me to say sorry to… Blaine. What was that feeling? Guilt? I felt guilt towards a boy? That never happened before. I loved seeing males suffer but now… I was guilty? Unbelievable.

I felt the need to be alone. Everything wasn't making sense to me. Callie, Callie, what happened to you?

"Hey Nick…"

"Yeah?" my light brown-haired gay friend asked. He was about to take a bite of his burger.

"I'll go to the library. Tell the others where I am."

Nick gave me a weird look, his greenish-hazel eyes worried. Did I forget to mention that Nick and Stella were cousins? They could pass out as siblings and that wasn't a joke. "Want me to go with you?"

Shaking my head, I stood up with my tray. "Nah, I want to be alone for a bit."

"You're going to chase after Blaine?" He inquired in a teasing way yet he was arching his eyebrow.

"Nick, I'm Callie Kennedy, the soulless heartbreaker," I quipped coolly.

Turning around to start walking away, my ears might have been tricking me because I swore that I heard Nick mutter, "Good luck, Blaine."

Ah the library, a haven of peace and knowledge, where books were arranged and placed neatly in bookshelves, where nerds study their butts off, where the bookworms read freely, where some students took their nap; the library.

"Hi Mrs. Gray," I greeted the librarian who was in her late 40s.

She looked up from her book and straightened her rectangular glasses. "Good afternoon, Callie. You were great yesterday, dear."

"Thanks Mrs. G," I smiled and started to roam the vast forest of books and encyclopedias.

I found a dark corner just a few steps away. There were bookshelves surrounding it. It was the perfect place not to be found and bothered. I walked towards the secluded spot and sat on the floor. I got my iPod, turned it on and set it to shuffle after putting the earphones in my ears. I raised my knees to my chest and placed my head on them. I needed to think, to clear my mind.

Minutes of tranquility and serenity passed and someone suddenly yanked my earphones from my ears.

"Hey!" I said in annoyance. I raised my head up to see who dared to bother me.

"I've been looking all over for you, Kennedy."

"It's still a no," I said in an edgy tone. I tried to snatch my earphones back but I failed in my attempt. I brought my head down, making my hair cover my face. "Leave me alone, Blaine!"

A sigh escaped his lips.

"I'm sorry."

I turned and looked at him again. Funny, his eyes looked completely sincere. Okay, hold up, one minute he just bolted out of the cafeteria and now he was here, apologizing.


He sat next to me. Usually I would have minded but his words interested me. I'm sorry. He started twirling a lock of my hair absentmindedly.

"I'm sorry for pissing you off. I'm sorry for being an ass. I'm sorry for annoying you so much just for you to go out with me. I'm sorry for everything. It's just that… you interest me and I wanted to get to know you. I only wanted one date."

"But," I started hesitantly, looking away. "You're not interested in any girl…"—I bit my lip—"and I don't date."

He cupped my chin with his hand and forced me to face him. His bright eyes looked like he was crushed, defeated and rejected. Every spark of hope in his eyes vanished. It was like I just annihilated his dreams. I felt another painful pang in my stomach. It was worse than the first one.

"I know," he breathed, a frown etching his face. He focused his gaze on the cold, hard gray tiles for a few seconds before looking back at me. His face had a small yet forced smile on his face. "But…can we at leastbe friends? Start from the beginning and all that. Please. You can't possibly say no to this face…"

"I-I don't know," I told him honestly. I hated guys like him. He broke girls' hearts without even sparing them a glance. I hated his ways. He was nothing but arrogant. In fact, it was a rule that I should hate him. I should hate him but some malfunctioning part of me thought otherwise. Was that my conscience?

"Acquaintances," he pressed. "Come on, Callie."

"We'll act civil towards one another, civil," I emphasized. I was not going to be friends with… that. It was against my beliefs. I may not be a religious person but I would like to stick to what I believe in. "Only to stop you from asking me out and pissing me off," I added.

His eyes lit up and the sparks of hope had returned. I was getting soft… and I was being soft to him, of all people. A person whose existence I only noticed yesterday. He was a stranger, a foreigner but at the same time… familiar. Flip. Was that my stomach?

"Thanks," he beamed at me. He was getting all hopeful again.

Leaving the library in a rush after I got my headphones back, I muttered, "Whatever."

"Thank god, it's Friday!" Nick announced, dramatically. I chuckled softly. Nick and I just had to be the most hyperactive when it was a Friday. Who didn't love Fridays? We were much more excited today though, since Cole would have a pool party on Saturday. Being the wealthy guy Cole was, his pool was voluminous.

Still chuckling, I asked, "Excited?"

With a goofy grin on his face, his tone was light, "Ecstatic, how about you?"

"Euphoric, elated and exhilarated."

"That's excellent," he commented and both of us erupted in laughter. This was why Nick and I got along. We just click and Nick being gay was a plus point for me to be more comfortable with him.


Nick and I turned our attention to the new yet recognizable voice.

"Hey Blaine," Nick greeted casually.

Shutting my locker since I got all of my stuff already, I greeted, "Hey."

This was how we've been ever since the library thing. We acted civil towards one another. Well I did. Blaine thought of me as his buddy. Was I irritated? Not really. I got used to him, his antics and his perverted comments.

This was one more thing that I didn't want to admit out loud. As much as it annoyed me to admit it, Blaine and I also clicked. Not the Nick-and-I way, but we mostly got along. He felt like a person from the past but that was unlikely. I never knew a Blaine. I also learned a lot about him, his interests and whatnot. Who knew that he could cook? Oh and he played soccer and hockey too. He also confirmed that he couldn't carry a note even if his life depended on it, so much for the singing theory.

"Miss me?" a hot breath whispered. He was going too close to me, as usual. I did mind but I didn't yell at him about it. I didn't want to feel the sharp pain in my stomach again. The pain was too much to bear. Flip. What was that flipping thing in my stomach?

I faced him, ready to answer when an arm was draped around my shoulder.

"Callie! How's my favorite girl? Morning Nick, sup Blaine."

I unglued my gaze from Blaine to the speaker.

"Cole! I can't wait for tomorrow," I beamed at him. Cole smiled back and pulled me closer to him.

Cole was the kindest person on earth, and he was the most overprotective of me. He was the big brother I never had and I was the little sister he never had since we were both an only child. He was practically jumping for joy when he learned that I detested the males of our school. Cole was also the only person in our group who had a girlfriend though not much people knew that. Anyway, her name was Cindy. They made a cute couple.

Giddily, Nick squealed, "Same here."

"You're just the best!" I told him with conviction.

Cole chuckled merrily in response. Nick playfully ruffled my hair and kept on calling me a little girl. Blaine, on the other hand, just stood there awkwardly. His eyes hardened slightly. Why? I had no idea. He caught my stare and gave a small smile. Then, he left after winking at me. Why did he wink at me? Yet again, I had no idea.

"Is your girlfriend coming?" Nick and I asked at the same time. Like I said, we clicked. There were times when we could read each other's mind. We also had moments like this. Usually people would find it weird, but our group had grown accustomed to it.

"Actually, Cindy will be in Paris for a week because of her parents' anniversary. Her flight leaves today."

"Oh," Nick and I commented.

Suddenly, I got conscious about the time. I didn't want to have detention on a Friday. I looked around to see that there were still students everywhere but Blaine vanished.

As he removed his arm around my shoulder, Cole suddenly announced, "Well, that worked."

Clueless about whatever he said, I asked, "What?"

Cole gave me a look that said 'are-you-kidding-me'. He let out an exasperated sigh and said, "I was trying to make Blaine jealous and apparently, it worked."

"But you have a girlfriend," I pointed out. "Why would he be jealous of you?"

Cole gave me another look that screamed 'you-are-soooo-clueless'. "Becau—"

"Forget it Sanders, our little Callie here won't get it," Nick interrupted dramatically. And the award for biggest drama queen of this Friday goes to…

"Yeah, you're right," Cole agreed.

"…About what?"

Cole draped his arm on my shoulder again. "Never mind," he waved it off but in my mind, the topic never went away…

"And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance"

I'm not exactly cold and distant. Okay, so my heart's a little icy and I don't open up to a lot of people. That's normal. Sure, I have this shell around me. The world is scary and I only distance myself from people who… also scare me. That's why I'm not the daredevil type. I'm more of the 'what-if' and 'I'm-as-scared-as-hell' type. I just don't show that I'm scared. I hate feeling that other people know that I'm vulnerable. I hate vulnerability. So what do I do about it? I do the old 'never-open-up-to-anyone-except-to-my-friends' technique. It has always worked for me.

But apparently, that plan can fail. Apparently, I can't distance myself to everyone. Apparently, there's this hazel-eyed intruder who would bring me out of my shell. What's the intruder's name? Three guesses. His name's Blaine Shawn Bond.

"He does not."

"Callie, trust me, he does."

"He does not!"

"You're so naïve. He does."

"How do you know, anyway? Enlighten me Nick," Callie raised an eyebrow at her friend who was shaking his head because of her stubbornness.

"Come on, Callie. Even I can answer that," Cole joined in, irritated as he rubbed his temples out of impatience.

It was a Saturday in the Sanders' Estate. The pool party was awesome but everyone except for Nick, Callie and Cole already left, leaving the trio of friends alone. Their other friend, Stella, had been sick since Friday so she couldn't attend.

Cole and Nick had been arguing with Callie for half an hour now and the stubborn black-haired girl still refused to believe them. They both claimed that Blaine had a thing for Callie while she stated otherwise.

"Then answer me, Sherlock," Callie challenged her blonde guy friend.

"Fine, I will. Jeez. I'll list it down for you, alright? 1) He asked you out on a date, meaning he's interested in you. 2) When you oh-so politely rejected him, he…"

"No need Cole," Nick interjected, holding his hand up to silence him. Cole shrugged and nodded. Turning his undivided attention to Callie, he sheepishly confessed, "I gave him your number."

"You did what?!" Callie exclaimed angrily, she narrowed her piercing blue eyes into slits while her hands balled into fists.

He put up his hands in surrender, terrified at the rage clear in her eyes.

"Blaine and I met when we were both in middle school. My second cousin's friend introduced us. We became friends but when we entered high school, we drifted apart. Or at least, I thought we did…"

"…A few days before transferring here, he contacted me and he asked me if I knew someone named 'Callie Aura Kennedy'. I said yes and told him that we were friends…"

"…Then he asked me for a picture of you, I asked why and he said that he 'knows' you. I didn't give him a picture but I pointed you out for him during his first day. A couple of weeks later, he asked for my help to win you over. Since I knew that he's a nice guy and I trusted him, I agreed. It was a lot harder than I thought, actually," he paused to make sure that Callie was following him.

She nodded slowly in response.

"Okay, so, it was hard since you… being you… treated him like other boys. You didn't notice him. Soon, I learned that he was serious about you and knowing that he didn't look at any other girl except you… I gave him your number but he only started using it ever since he asked you out," Nick feigned exhaustion after finishing.

"Wait, he told you that he knows me?" Callie's eyes sparkled in curiosity and a puzzled look was painted on her flawless face. Her friend nodded.

"But how come Callie didn't know him?" Cole wondered. His silver eyes showed his emotion well.

"I don't know," Nick shrugged, his eyes now staring at the large refrigerator. His stomach growled in its cage.

"I approve," Cole suddenly announced.

"Huh?" the other two replied simultaneously.

"I approve of Blaine for my little sister over here," he gestured towards Callie, his un-biological 'sister'.

"Whatever. It's not like I feel the same way," the little 'sister' replied, rolling her blue eyes.

"Idiots," I murmured, remembering what happened on Saturday.

It was a Sunday and I was alone at home—as usual—since my father had an important case on his hands. I was, well, I was doing what any other bored teenager would do at home. Surf the net, duh. I had Facebook on one tab, Youtube on the other, and of course, Yahoo Messenger on the last one.

No one was online except for a few people I didn't want to chat with during the time.

Cole was playing basketball with his other guy friends like every other Sunday. Nick took the day off yesterday so he had to make up for it today. He had to work since he was the 'man of the house'. See, his dad left his mom and she had to raise two children on her own. These two children were namely Nick and his twin sister Nikki. Stella was still, unfortunately, sick. Her parents were strict so they didn't let me visit. They said that the virus might spread on to me which left me alo—…


I stared at the new window on the screen.

Blaine: Hey Cal! :)

I disenfranchised Blaine the privilege to call me any pet name, especially babe. He could only call me, Callie, Cal, and Kennedy. I had my limits.

Callie: Hey. What's up?

Blaine: It's pretty boring actually.

Callie: Same here. I'm dying of boredom and I'm starving. -.-

Blaine: Want me to come over and cook for you?

Yes! I'm desperate for some nourishment. My stomach might eat itself.

Blaine: But you have to pay the bill.

I had a bad feeling about this 'bill' so I replied:

Callie: Nah, I'll just make a sandwich or something. :P

Blaine: Aw. But I'm an amazing chef.

Callie: Keep telling yourself that.

Blaine: Are you saying that I CAN'T COOK? :(

Callie: And what would you do if I did?

Blaine: Hmm… how about you go to my house tomorrow and I'll cook for ya? :)

"Blaine likes you Callie."

"He does not."

"Callie, trust me, he does."

"He does not!"

What if Nick and Cole are right? What if he thinks that I'm leading him on? No. No. No. I must find an excuse.

Callie: I don't even know where you live!

I really didn't. Why on earth would I know his address anyway? I was clearly not a creepy stalker.

Blaine: Then I'll tell you.

Callie: No way! It's a Monday. I have to stay after classes for singing practice.

It was also true. I had practices every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.

Blaine: They announced it on the news that classes are cancelled tomorrow because there's a storm headed our way.

Damn, I forgot.

Blaine: Why? Are you afraid that I'm right?

Why must he puncture my competitive side? It's so on.

Callie: No, it's just that your cooking might be the death of me O.O

Blaine: You're overreacting.

Callie: I'm not. You might be stupid enough to 'accidentally' use rat poison and detergent instead of spices.

Blaine has signed out.

I stared at the screen at disbelief. Did he just log out? Now wait, if he signed out on me…then he wasn't interested. Usually, when a guy liked a girl, he would always try to talk to her for hours or…so I heard from Nick. Our conversation only lasted for less than ten minutes! He wasn't interested!

I continued reading the last statement on the screen, 'Blaine has signed out'. I felt my stomach twisting and sharp bullets were attacking it repeatedly. I also felt something near my rib cage drop down like a broken elevator out of control.

What was that? ...It's probably just hunger. Yeah, that's what it is. I think I can reheat some pizza from yesterday.

I made my way to my bedroom door, about to open it when I heard a familiar tune. It was my ring tone. I started searching for it in my bedroom and I found it under my pillow. Without even looking at the screen, I answered it.


A deep voice complained, "Took you long enough."

"Blaine…? What the hell?"

"Callie, please come to my house tomorrow…please…" Blaine whined childishly.

"But Blaine, I'm lazy! Please let me stay at home," I mimicked his immature tone.

"Fine, then. I'll find another girl to eat my food. The ladies love me after all. Every time I turn around, another girl would try to seduce me…"

"We both know that you aren't interested in any of them," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Actually, I have my eyes set on someone."

My eyes widened in disbelief. I let out an overly exaggerated gasp and replied, "Who?"

"I'll tell you if you would come here," he offered.


"If you won't say yes to my offer, I won't stop bothering you until you do." Ugh, I could imagine the smirk on his face right then.

My stomach growled viciously and I knew that I had to get food. I had to end this.

"Oh to hell with it, ugh, fine. I'll go, I'll go," I rolled my eyes and used an exasperated voice.

"Great!" I could picture the smile in his voice. "I'll text you my address. I love you, Callie!"—and he hung up.

I couldn't help it but a smile crept its way to my face. Surely it wasn't because of those four last words, right? I was just overjoyed that I could eat my pizza now, right? Uh, right. Then why did I just forget about eating, all of a sudden?

Nonchalantly, I commented, "I had better."

It was an obvious lie of course. My taste buds had just savored a piece of heaven. Blaine prepared a three-course meal that was definitely five-star worthy. I wanted to hire him as my personal chef. He should have his own cooking television show!

Placing his spatula down, he smirked, "Be honest."

I didn't know how, why or what possessed me—maybe it was some crazy voodoo shit—but one second I stood up from my seat and the next, my arms were around Blaine. Apparently, I was hugging him. I was shocked and so was he. What shocked me more was that it didn't feel awkward. It felt natural to me. We were like two puzzle pieces joined together. We fit perfectly and to feel his body heat was—wait, what was happening to my self?

"Cook for me again?" I asked half-pleading and half-pouting as I tilted my head up to see his face. It was an attempt to lighten things up. Yeah, I was that desperate that I just had to act like a four year old.

He chuckled, ruffling my hair and letting me go. "No," he replied firmly. "I don't want you to get fat now."

"Speak for your self, porky," I poked his stomach twice. We both knew it was a lie. The dude had some serious muscle and his body was drool-worthy—I mean erase, erase—he only had serious muscle. There was no drooling involved.

"Imagining me in my naked glory, I see," he suddenly commented cockily.

I didn't notice that I was actually staring at his… uh well… body. I never did this before.

Hmm, maybe it's the food. Yeah. I've been experiencing food problems lately.

"What's there to see, porky?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

He leaned towards me and placed his mouth near my ear. "You'd like that now, wouldn't you?" he taunted, his hot breath fanning my neck. I took a step back and looked at him in disbelief. His face was ornamented with a wide smirk.

"Anyway," I got my glass of juice from the table. "I ate your cooking and now I'll be leaving."

Wow, my words rhyme.

"Not so fast," he grabbed my left wrist, "You haven't paid the bill yet."

"Oh. Well, I'll send my payment to your mailbox tomorrow morning but I can give you your tip now if you like," I tried to hide an evil grin as my finger pointed to my lips. He won't see this coming.

He grinned ear to ear at my statement, the fool. He pointed at his right cheek, expecting me to kiss him. "I'm waiting."

I took a step closer and spilled pineapple juice all over him. Thankfully, our little dinner was outside in the garden of his manor and his parents weren't here.

His eyes were about to pop out of his sockets and I smirked victoriously. Hah! I started laughing at him. My hand held on the table for support as my laughter increased. I mentally congratulated my self and genius thinking.

I felt something cold thrown at me. I stopped laughing and realized that Blaine spilled ice cold water on me when I wasn't paying attention. I shivered slightly.

The little sneak!

I glared at him and he gave me a lopsided grin in response. I looked around until I found…the perfect weapon.


Still glaring at the poor boy, I took it. He looked at me, then my arm, then the delicious pie he baked, then at me again. All of a sudden, it clicked to him.

"You wouldn't," he started backing away.

"I think you're wrong with that," I took two dangerous steps closer, making us only a few inches apart.

"Doubt it."

"You're right," I lied. "This pie is way too delicious to be wasted on the likes of…you."

He let out a sigh of relief and that was when I did it. Yep, I threw the pie on his shirt and whip cream splattered on his face.

"What the hell!"

Knowing that I won, I smirked. What happened next seemed to be in slow motion. We were still inches apart and he somehow pulled me into a hug. The next thing I knew, there was whip cream on my nose and pie filling in my black hair. It was my turn to scream, "What the hell!"

That devil of a chef threw his head back and laughed merrily. Again, some crazy voodoo shit possessed me and I laughed along with him. Using his index finger, he wiped the cream of my nose and ate it.

"We better take a shower and change."

My jaw dropped and I looked at him, wide-eyed.

"God, I meant separately," he told me. My mouth formed an 'o' in realization. "I'll ask the help to give you my sister's clothes."

"You have a sister?"

"Yeah, she's twenty-one but she has this petite figure so her clothes would fit you. I also have a three year old brother."

Without thinking it through, I commented, "I bet your brother's cuter than you."

"You think I'm cute?" he smirked as I started to stutter uncontrollably. He chuckled lightly and ruffled my already messy hair. "Just get going, Callie."

After taking a shower in their guest bathroom and putting on Blaine's sister's clothes, I headed towards his room. I was bored and I was scared to get lost. How did I know where Blaine's room was? It was the only room I remembered how to get to after the long tour he gave me. I was about to knock when the door slightly opened. I shrugged to myself and went inside. What was the worst thing that could happen right?

Humming to myself, I sat on one of his luxurious-looking sofa. It was a tune that I couldn't name at the moment. I started to take in the whole room around me, finding it surprisingly clean.

I heard a door creak and out of instinct, I fixed my gaze to the now opened bathroom door only to find a fresh-out-of-the-shower Blaine. He only had a white towel tied around his waist, completely showing his bare, well-toned chest. His dark brown hair was damp and his bangs were partly stuck on his golden eyes. It was only when he shook water drops from his hair when he noticed me lounging in his room.

"Oh hey, I didn't know that you were here." It was surprising not to detect any green and/or suggestive comments from his statement.

Abruptly standing up, I turned to leave, "Y-yeah, I'll… I'll be l-leaving now."

I was almost at the door frame when he grabbed my arm.

"No!" he exclaimed and I was wide-eyed. "I-I mean… stay… please…?"

"No. No. I'm really sorry for barging in here without permission. I'll… I'll wait outside."

I tried to get out again. To see him like that sent tingles to my entire nervous system and it felt awkward. It was a blessing that I didn't blush easily.

"Callie!" he pulled me, which caused me to spin and crash into his chest. His arms were on my waist and mine were on his neck for support. He went off-balance and we fell on his carpeted floor. I was on top of him with my hands on his torso. He was still shirtless but he was able to put on a pair of jeans. I was still on top of him. He was under me.

I was panicking but another part of me… enjoyed all the tension. My brain screamed 'alert' as he leaned closer. The voodoo shit still made me its puppet because I leaned closer, our lips brushing. He leaned in once again but before our lips made any more contact, I pulled away. I immediately stood up, and mumbled apologies as I rushed out of that hellhole.

As I went down the grand staircase, I heard his voice echo through the halls, "Shit! Callie! Cal! Crap, Callie, I'm sorry! God, slow down!"

"And who are you?"

I froze in my tracks. A man who seemed to be in his late forties stood in front of me, eyeing me critically. There was a cute, little boy with blonde hair and hazel eyes clutching the leg of a girl who looked like the female version of Blaine but older. Crap, it's his family.

"Dad, this is my classmate, Callie." Thank god, it's Blaine.

"I-it's nice to meet you, sir," I stuttered. "I was about to leave, actually."

"Callie?" the little boy asked, thinking hard. A smile formed on his face, showing a dimple on his cheek. "Oh! You'we the guwl Blaine weally wikes!" Hmm, he has trouble in saying R's and some L's… …Wait what?!

"Johnny," Blaine warned. I was embarrassed but not to the point of blushing. Like I said, blushing was a rare thing for me.

"She's so pwetty, Blaine. I wike Callie," he beamed and Blaine's—I assumed to be—older sister grinned.

"Hi, I'm Jane, Blaine's older sister," the girl who was apparently Jane introduced her self. Blaine was right, she had a petite figure. She was not as tall as me but had shoulder-length dark brown hair. "It's nice to meet you, Callie."

"It's a pleasure to meet Blaine's family," I smiled. "But, I really have to get going." Things would be more awkward if I don't.

"But why…?" Johnny pouted. I resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks.

"My dad's… kind of strict with curfew," I lied. I mentally snorted at the idea. He let me do anything.

Thankfully, they bought it and after exchanging a few goodbyes, I headed towards the door.


Turning around to face the speaker, I asked impatiently, "Yes, Blaine…? Is there anything you want?"

"I just wanted to walk you to the door. Is that so bad?" Yes.

Settling for rolling my eyes, I followed his lead. He escorted me out of his house and we were on his front porch— correction: massive front porch.

I was deciding whether I should say goodbye or not. I concluded that the second option was best.

"I'm sorry," was all he said. To which I eyed him with a perplexed expression.

"I'm sorry for," he hesitated yet I waited impatiently for him to come out and say it, "for trying to… to kiss you."

I started to laugh, hearing those words from his mouth felt weird… and unbelievably ridiculous. He was Blaine, some spoiled rich guy who always got what he wanted… and… and… he was sorry for trying to kiss me. The whole concept was pretty stupid to me.

"Damn it, you're not making this easy," he muttered, mostly to himself.

I stopped laughing and wondered what he meant. I thought for a bit and realized that he probably meant apologizing, no matter how silly it sounded to me.

"It's fine, apology accepted."


"I accept your apology for the… kissing… attempt," I clarified, while shuffling my feet and staring at the marble floor. This was a pretty awkward conversation.

Two hands cupped both of my cheeks and gently forced me to look up which resulted to me staring longingly at a pair of liquid gold eyes.

"I wasn't talking about that."

At his statement, I was more than confused.

"Callie, I love you," he never broke the eye-contact. He was staring at me intently and his voice… his voice sounded so sincere… no, this wasn't real.

Removing his hands from my face, I looked away and laughed bitterly, "You don't even know me."

He held my arm, preventing me from my escape.

"Yes I do." I shook my head. That was a lie. He didn't know anything about me.

"Your name is Callie Aura Kennedy. You hate your middle name, you find it stupid. Your parents filed a divorce when you were seven years old. You've been against drugs ever since your mom started taking them. You secretly find algebra easy and you hate football. You're allergic to too much sun exposure which stops you from getting a tan."

"D-did Nick t-tell you all of that?" He even knew about my parents. To say I was shocked was an understatement.

He shook his head. Then how did he know? Only my friends knew all of that. Did he bribe them or something?

"You had this crazy unicorn obsession when you were five. You even had this pink unicorn costume that you wore before. Oh and your birthday's on the twenty-fourth of September."

Okay… I never told anyone about my unicorn obsession because it's too embarrassing. How does he know this?

"I've always known you, Callie. I never forgot you," he smiled faintly at me for a moment before chuckling quietly. "…Though it seems that you forgot me."

"Forgot you?" I asked in disbelief. I poked him square on the chest. "I never knew you until last week. I don't recall knowing a Blaine before in my seventeen years of existence. I don't know how you 'have always known' me or how you know all those stupid things but I don't know you. All I do know is I hate you."

"You don't mean that," his grip got tighter and he pulled me in a hug. "Tell me, you don't mean that."

He sounded so pained and desperate, like he was clinging to something that was impossible to stay, that I wanted to hug him back… but no, I just couldn't. Love does not exist. Hate does.

You hate him, Callie, remember that. You hate him, you hate him, you. Hate. Him.

Flip. Ugh, stupid stomach.

"Yes I do," I hated how my voice sounded frail, vulnerable and…unconfident.

In an instant, he let me go and he started pacing. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration and I watched him in awe. He looked so hot that I wanted to kiss hi—oh god. Damn him, damn him and his strikingly handsome self.

"Remember when you said that I wasn't interested in any girl?" he asked when he stopped pacing, his eyes never leaving my face.

Mechanically, I nodded.

"I'm not interested in any girl. I don't want just any girl. I need the right girl." I bit my lip as he continued to explain. "Callie, you're the right girl, as cheesy as that sounds. I'm only interested in you, I only want you and I only need you."

I thought he was finished, that I could just run and avoid him for the rest of my life. I was scared.

"It took me years to realize that," he chuckled dryly. "I felt incomplete with every girl I was with. They had the same effect on me: nothing. I thought I was destined to be alone…"

I was incomplete too. No matter how many times I laughed or smiled, deep down, there was a big hole in my heart that made everything painful. I was missing a piece, an important piece. I needed…

Love, my conscience told me. That's what you need. But it does not exist.

"…But then, one night, it all came to me. I was alone on a Friday night. My friends had plans with their girlfriends. I realized there was only one time when I felt at ease, when I felt complete. It was when we were neighbors." …Neighbors? "You may have forgotten but I, I haven't. When I found out it was you who made me feel this way, I tried to track you down. There was this little spark in me that thought you felt the same way…"

Did I feel the same way? Did I… love Blaine?

"…I found out where you lived and when my dad wanted to expand his company here, I was hopeful. I contacted Nick and soon I found you. You were prettier than how I imagined you to be. You looked so carefree, sitting on a bench with your friends, laughing like the sun was always shining. I wanted to approach you but I was… scared." Blaine, scared…? "I was scared that you would only like me for my looks but… but you didn't even notice me!"

Nick's words from Saturday night flashed into my mind as he said this. "He asked for my help to win you over… You didn't notice him… He was serious about you…he knows you…"

"I didn't give up on you, though. I went crazy and stupid, trying to find out about you as much as I could. Each day, my feelings for you would grow stronger and stronger. Then one day, fate was on my side. I bumped into you and this sounds gay but… screw that… I swear I heard angels sing when I heard your voice." A-angels…? Sing…? "The day in the library confirmed that I was madly in love with you. I fell for you. And I know you don't date but can't I be the only exception? I love you, Aurie."

The moment that name left his lips, it felt like a building of bricks hit me in the head.

Thirteen years ago…

Four year old Blaine Shawn Bond was playing with his toy cars in his backyard.

"Hi, are you the naybors' kid?" a girl greeted cheerfully, a big smile on her slightly chubby face.

She took him by surprise. He examined her closely. She had black hair tied into pigtails with two pink ribbons. She also wore a cute pink dress.

Softly, he replied, "Yeah."

"What's your name?"

"S-Shawn," he mumbled.

With a toothy grin, she said, "Hi Shawn. My name's Callie."

He noticed that she had this friendly aura, melting his shyness away. She always had that effect to people.

"I don't like my name," he pouted. "My sister's friend said my name's gay."

"What does gay mean?"

"I dunno. I still don like it."

"I kinda don't like my other name, Aura," she beamed.

"Can I call you Aurie?" he questioned.

"Okay, I'll call you Shawnie, then."

Shawnie pouted more but she just laughed. He noticed that her laugh wasn't annoying like those high-pitched ones from other girls his age.

"Friends?" she offered her hand.

He nodded and took her hand, lifting himself up.

"Great! It's fun to have a new friend," she winked and giggled.

…Blaine Shawn Bond. Blaine was my neighbor when I was four. He was my best friend and I was his. We were inseparable even when my mom left my dad and me. We just drifted apart when my dad started dating, when I started to hate men. I didn't know when they moved away, I didn't know how I forgot him… all I needed to know was that the jerk in front of me was Shawnie.

"Shawnie…" I whispered.

He didn't hear me.

Instead he sighed and said, "But I guess you won't love me back…"

Before I could say anything, he went inside.

"Sh-Shawnie…" I said louder but it was too late.

Suddenly, it started to rain but I didn't care if I would get wet.

I felt hurt. I felt… unwanted. I wanted to cry so, so badly. Something inside my body turned into dust. I realized that 'that something' was my heart and I would give anything just for it to beat happily again. My head started to spin.

Blaine loved me…the stomach flips I experienced were caused by him…all the weird bodily activities were caused by him, not food…the reason why I brightened up when he was with me was clear…he took my silence as a rejection…he thought I didn't love him…he thought wrong…I felt the same…he made me feel complete…

I was broken…shattered…incomplete…and ever since Blaine came—back—in my life, feeling incomplete was the worst feeling imaginable.

But maybe, it isn't over.

I ran to my car, not minding the rain, and sped back home.

Once I entered my room, I set my goals straight.

I needed to fix this. I needed to be complete again. I needed him. I needed Blaine…to be with me.

His words were still fresh in my mind.

"I love you, Aurie…"

I love you too, Blaine.

I got my phone and dialed the school principal. He and my dad were college buddies. Maybe he would help me.

…Someone picked up.


"Sorry to bother you, sir, but can I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course, of course, anything for Phil's daughter. What can I help you with?"

I smiled.

This is going to work.

"…And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content…with loneliness

Because none of it was worth the risk…"

I'm here to sing for Blaine, to show him that he means the world to me and to let him know that I've been blind.

I love him and I won't let him go. Well, at least, I'm not letting him go that easily. But if he loves me, surely he would understand. Surely he would run after me and kiss me in the morning rain.

"But you are the only exception

You are the only exception…

You are the only exception…

You are the only exception"

His words ring in my head, "Can't I be the only exception?"

But you are, Blaine. You are the only exception.

"I've got a tight grip on reality

But I can't let go of what's in front of me here…"

I can't let you go, Blaine. I can't let you slip through my fingers like that. I love you too much.

I know it's only been eight days but it feels like you've always been a part of my life… and you have. You are a part of my life, a part that I've momentarily forgotten but now it's all coming back to me. You're coming back to me. Whenever I see you—or even think of you, for that matter, it's like all the memories crash into me with full force and leaves me out of breath. You leave me breathless.

"I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream, oh"

I look at his face again, but he is too far for me to see his expression. I cry harder, tears racing down my cheeks in fat drops.

Send me a sign that I didn't just dream everything up yesterday. It was too good to be true anyway… no, it was real. It happened. I'm positive about it. But Blaine, give me proof that you still love me… that yesterday happened… that you do need me… as much as I need you.

I'm broken, all right? I'm broken and I know that you're the only one who can keep me together.

"You are the only exception…

You are the only exception…"

…Blaine, you are the only exception…

"You are the only exception…

You are the only exception…"

…You always have been…

"You are the only exception…"

…But I was just too damn blind to see what I have in front of me…

"You are the only exception…"

…Blaine, I want you to be with me…

"You are the only exception…"

…I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry and…

"You are the only exception…"

…I love you…

I dare myself to look at him but… he isn't there.

Frantically, I search for him…

There he is…

What is he doing?


He left.

Swallowing a lump in my throat, I stop singing.

Everyone looks at me shocked that I stopped. I never did that in any of my other performances but I don't care.

Before rushing out of the auditorium, I mumble a pathetic, "I-I'm sorry."

Not minding the drizzle, I run outside. I focus more on what the drizzle reminds me of: Blaine's pained expression yesterday.

I sit on the bench, the bench he talked about… last night.


The rain's song is almost soothing, almost. I'm too heartbroken now. I can't be soothed.


I look up because I'm certain that those are foot steps.

"Blaine…?" I ask, tears streaming down my face.

His face is devilishly gorgeous as always but his expression is emotionless. I also notice purple bags under his eyes. Did he not sleep well? Was it because of me?

Bluntly, he asks, "Why did you sing that song?"

Though I'm twisting and churning inside, I shrug. I can't believe it. He's clueless. He still thinks I hate him.

"Who was it for?" he asks in a cold tone that I never heard from him. It makes me cringe. Is he really angry with me?

Staring at the damp cement, I let a curtain of black hair cover my puffy eyes and face.

You. I sang it for you and for no one else, just you.

I feel him sitting next to me yet I keep avoiding his eyes. God knows I'd get lost in his eyes. They're pools of temptation but warm, affectionate, and loving at the same time.

I'm afraid to get hurt more; frightened that he would reject me. That's how men are. That's how my dad is. Being rejected is like being abandoned. I know that now. I should be hopeful and elated that he loves me but… look at my dad. He was left alone and he moved on. What if that happened to Blaine?

I mentally mock myself for being so careless and stupid. Maybe if I was careful, I wouldn't be in love in the first place. I would have never fallen for him. All hope of him and me being together was thrown out of the window when he abandoned me in the auditorium. Of course, he doesn't even know that it was all for him. Men are stupid.

"You know, for a minute there, I thought the song was for me," he commented dryly. "But, I guess I'm just that stupid, huh?"

Finally, I look at him. He has a sadistic smile on his face. It scares me. His smile confirms it. He has changed… into someone who doesn't give a damn about me. Blaine.

"So," he drawls casually since I said nothing. "Who's the unfortunate bastard who was stupid enough to fall for you?"

That does it.

I slap his face and his expression changes from emotionless to shock to anger.

"Can't handle the truth, bitch?" he sneers at me.

As more tears escape from my eyes, I stand up. I'm not a bitch. I'm not a bitch. I'm not.

There's a lump in my throat so I settle for glaring at him.

At the moment, I don't care if the cement is cold, wet and hard; I'm a walking typhoon victim anyway. I'm not just a physical mess; I'm an even worse emotional wreck. There's this Hurricane Katrina bottled up in my heart running havoc.

I sit on the wet ground, completely aware that my outfit's ruined. I don't care. The guy I love just called me a bitch and a slut. I'm in a meltdown. I keep on crying, my head leaning on my knees for support. This is exact day is the perfect definition of FML. Fuck my life.

I feel a hand holding my shoulder but I still don't look up, fully aware of whom it is.


His voice sounds worried, concerned, caring… it sounds so… innocent! Anger rises up and I glare at Blaine. I'm over here crying and he pretends to actually care about me… right after hurting me!

"Oh, so now my name is Callie again."

He actually has the nerve to look offended and hurt. I don't know what I saw in him in the first place.

"Cal… babe, I really didn't meant to—"

In anger, I yelled, "Don't call me that!"

"Look, I know you're upset but—"

"Save it for someone who gives a shit! You're just like them," my voice starts to get weaker as my tears multiplied. "I-I hate you."

He freezes and I stare at the cement once again.


Facing him, I stand up. The waterworks don't stop.

"I hate that you're such a moron. I hate that you didn't even realize that the song was for you. It was for you, Blaine. I sang it for you. I cried on stage because I was afraid to lose you. You're the reason why I'm here crying. It's because you went out of the auditorium. I couldn't even bring my self to continue singing when all I thought about is you rejecting me after saying that you love me… because I love you too… and I hate it."

Suddenly, he presses his lips with mine. His hands snake their way to my waist. My left hand places itself on the back of his neck while the right one explores his now soaking wet hair. He pulls me closer and out of instinct, I oblige. It feels intense and amazing. Closer and closer, he keeps on pulling us until there's no amount of space left between us. No barriers, no walls, just us. I love every part of it.

Seconds later, we pull apart, breathing heavily.

"I never rejected you. I just couldn't believe that the song was for me. I thought it was for someone else and I couldn't bear it. I called you those things because I was jealous of anyone lucky enough to call you theirs and I… I got carried away. I never meant to hurt you and I'm sorry for that. I'm also sorry for not hearing you out yesterday. I thought you rejected me, I thought you didn't feel the same way. I still love you, Cal. I never stopped," he gives me a heart-melting smile.

For once, I start to blush. I blush like no one had ever blushed before.

"You're a moron for thinking that," I reprimand him. "Actually, you should thank God for your smile. It was one of the things that made me fall for you faster."

"If that's the case, I should smile and be glad that I'm your idiot then," he smirks, his eyes dancing gleefully and if my heart could literally melt, it would have at that moment.

"That's probably the smartest thing I've ever heard from you."

He chuckles and places his hands on my waist. I lock mine on the back of his neck and slowly, we sway in the rain.


It's our own little song in our own little love-struck world.


He starts humming a familiar tune, a melody that reflects my life. We continue swaying and he doesn't stop humming. I feel like floating on air.

"And I'm on my way to believing," I start singing softly.

He spins me around in a graceful twirl and I can't help but giggle.

"Oh, and I'm on my way to believing," I rest my head on his chest as I sing the last line of the song of my life.

As we sway, my heart tells me that I was wrong. I whole-heartedly agree.

I finally notice that we stopped swaying. I tilt my head up to face him, to ask him what's wrong. He strokes my messy hurricane of a hair lovingly. He leans in…slowly…slowly…

"You know what? You're my only exception too," he whispers and a thousand whirlpools appear in my stomach. My heart feels as if it's fluttering like a butterfly and zooming like a jet plane all at the same time.

I now know what this feeling is. It's love.

So let me correct myself.

The Only Exception is the least crappy song in the world. It is well-written and real. It is basically impossible for an anti-love person to suddenly change into a hopeless romantic because romantics aren't hopeless. I like sappy stuff, I love sweet kisses in the rain like the one Blaine and I just shared. Fairytales are still stupid, but they teach us one crucial thing: Love does exist. The whole time I despised love stories, God was writing the best love story imaginable… just for me.

The proof that love exists is right in front of me, holding me in his arms. And I, Callie Aura Kennedy, am about to kiss him again.

Author's Note:

Holy everything, this is my first ever one-shot, and reading it now, I really can't believe that I wrote this. It feels like the work of an entirely different person, to be honest. Oh well.

P.S. Please bear in mind that this is a fairly old work of mine, kept here for the sake of seeing how much I may or may not have improved.

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