road trip ↠ lrh

two

Day 1; Los Angeles

//Olivia//

She couldn't believe she was doing this. This was directly going against everything her mother had ever taught her as a child. She let an absolute stranger into her car without even thinking about it, and now she was starting to regret it.

"So, uh, where are you from?" Olivia tentatively asked, trying to make this inevitably long car ride a little less awkward.

The guy next to her just continued to look outside his passenger window and Olivia thought that maybe he hadn't heard her.

Olivia cleared her throat. "What do you do for a living?"

This time she knew he had heard her because he let out a loud bitter chuckle and sent a glance her way. She was beginning to get frustrated. All she wanted to do was get to know the guy, make sure he wasn't going to lead her some place, lead her out of the car, and stab her multiple times.

Olivia let out a loud sigh. "Will you at least tell me your damn name, for gods sake?"

This got the full attention of her passenger and he turned his head to look at her. "Look, you don't need to pretend not to know who I am. I'm not interested in a girlfriend and I'm not going to sleep with you." He rolled his eyes and turned back to his window.

Olivia felt as though she had just been slapped across the face. All she wanted to do was make conversation; she had no idea who this person was or why he felt so entitled and self absored.

It reminded her a lot of her ex and she did not like that.

"Excuse me? I don't know who you are or what you do and I sure as hell don't want to sleep with you. I was trying to make conversation and if you don't drop your shitty attitude, you can walk to wherever you want to go." She huffed, pressing her foot down on the gas pedal a little harder.

"Okay okay! I'm sorry, now will you please slow down!" He yelled, gripping the bottom of his seat. 

"It doesn't sound like you're sorry." She muttered, but nevertheless released her pressure on the gas pedal. 

They sat in awkward silence for a long time before the mystery passenger cleared his throat. "You really don't know who I am?" He said, a little bit of incredulous shock in his voice. 

"Well I didn't just ask to make small talk."

The boy chuckled a little bit and glanced over to her. "You're funny. I like that." It almost sounded as if he wasn't going to speak again, but then he opened his mouth. "I'm Luke. Luke Hemmings."

Olivia nodded. "Cool. I'm Olivia Sanders." 

Luke didn't say anything, he just stared. "You mean to tell me that my name means nothing to you?" He asked. 

"No, I mean it's a cool name and I didn't mean any disres-"

"You seriously don't know my name?"

"No, oh my god! I don't know your fucking face or your fucking name and if you don't stop speaking to me like you're some entitled Greek God, I will not hesitate to pull over and physically kick you out of my car." She yelled, but she knew better than to accelerate her car again. As angry as she was, she didn't want to kill this guy, or worse, herself. 

Luke huffed and looked out his window, seemingly captivated by the passing trees that blurred together to make one continuous green stretch.

Olivia was miffed, to say the least. She tried to do one good thing and, of course, she managed to pick up the most disrespectful hitchhiker in the greater Los Angeles area. She didn't even know who he was, even though she felt like she should.