A playful whistling was heard as you hid on the roof, gripping your leg painfully. You stopped yourself from breathing too loudly as Cal made his way onto the roof.

“Come on out, little bird. We both know there’s no where else to turn. I’ve got you, I’ve won,” he spoke and you could practically hear the smirk on his lips.

You shut your eyes tightly and hoped he wouldn’t draw it out.

“I’m surprised. Have you forgotten how to fly?” He shouted, mocking his nickname for you.