KNOCK OUT [LH]

Chapter 22: Boujee Lemon Water pt.2

Now I know what you're thinking... "Winnie, what the hell are you doing?!"

Or something along those lines, right?

Well the answer is, I'm not entirely sure.

But now that Luke knows that Calum and I were watching his date, we had to get out of here before things escalated to anything worse than almost terminating our friendship in a fancy restaurant bathroom.

I sprint back into the main part of the restaurant, frantically scanning the space for our table and quickly catching sight of Calum's bucket hat peeking over the tops of the menus he still had set up.

Grab Calum and go, grab Calum and go... I mentally chant in my head as I approach the table.

"Cal! We gotta go—like right now!" I whisper yell over the violin music, making him look up when I skid to a halt in front of him.

"What? Why?" Calum's brow furrows in confusion at the urgency in my voice as he lifts up the glass of strawberry lemonade he's been nursing for the last half an hour. "I've still got like half of this left—wait," He points to my head, "Where's your beanie?"

Tucking bits of wild hair behind my ears, I quickly shake my head, "Forget the beanie. Luke knows we're here." I jut a thumb back towards the bathrooms as I say this, taking a quick glance behind me to make sure the boxer isn't hot on my tail before adding, "Also I kinda just knocked him over in the bathroom so... we really need to get outta here."

"Dammit, Winnie!" Calum swears as he slams his drink down on the table before standing up with a disappointed shake of his head, visibly unsurprised by this information. "I told you that was a bad idea."

"I know, I know." I agree, grabbing my jacket off of the back of my chair and tossing it carelessly over my shoulder while Calum pushes his chair in. "You were right, but tell me that once we're in the car-"

"Your check, gentleman."

Freezing at the familiar voice, I squeeze my eyes shut in a wince and mentally groan. Ever so slowly, I turn around to where the waiter stands lazily extending the black check booklet as he snootily observes us down the bridge of his nose with a skeptically raised brow.

"Right! We were actually just about to ask for that." I force myself to say with a nervous laugh, grabbing the booklet from him and blindly passing it off to Calum, who's already grabbing the money we stacked earlier off of the table to pay.

"Of course you were." The waiter replies, a sickly fake smile plastered to his face as his eyes slowly trail over to the jacket I have draped over my shoulder. "Just stepping out for some fresh air then?"

I open my mouth to reply, but the words die in my throat as I'm distracted by the sight of an absolutely fuming and wet-headed Luke Hemmings storming out of the restroom. He's rubbing his left hip, which is surely sore from hitting the ground a few moments ago, as his eyes furiously dart around the room, gleaming with rage.

And when those eyes land on me, I nearly pee my pants.

"Shit, Cal-"

"TWENTY-ONE BUCKS FOR A STRAWBERRY LEMONADE?!"

I jump at Calum's sudden outburst, pulling my eyes away from the boxer to watch my best friend stare down at the check with his mouth agape. The few odd looks we've started to receive from surrounding tables go ignored.

"What's wrong?" The waiter smirks. "Can't afford it?"

"Of course we can afford it." Calum scoffs back, snapping the booklet closed and tossing it onto our table before clearing his throat and awkwardly leaning in towards the waiter to whisper, "But hypothetically speaking, if we couldn't-"