Dis chapter was written by Hannah :D
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- Luke Hemmings -
"Would you hurry up?! My boyfriend is meeting me in ten minutes!" the teenage girl shrieked as I rushed to finish her frappe.
"I-I'm sorry ma'am, I'm almost finished!" I stammered, running over to the other counter and grabbing the whipped cream. I sprayed the cream onto the freezy drink, and handed it to the girl.,,
"Took you long enough." she snapped, yanking the coffee out of my hand.
The force of her pull caused the drink to fall and spill onto the floor.
"IDIOT!!!" the girl yelled. "LOOK AT YOU! YOURE AN IDIOT!!"
I just rolled my eyes as I bent down to clean up the mess. I was used to it. I had heard it before.
"If you can't do your job right, then why are you even here??" the girl snapped.
I just ignored her and continued cleaning up the mess, ignoring the chuckles and rude comments from everyone around me.
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* Delilah Mason *
The coffee shop was nice and quiet, as usual. There were students on their laptops, families quietly chattering, and customers ordering coffee and cake pops.
This is a nice place to go. I usually come here to relax and escape all the crap.
I got in line to order my coffee. I looked down at my phone, sending a quick text to Kenzie and Morgan, letting them know where I was.
Suddenly, I heard a bunch of yelling in front of me. I tensed up, immediately recognizing the voice.
Quinn was here. Right in front of me.
Oh, lovely.
"If you can't do your job right, then why are you even here??" she snarled, looking at a worker who was on his hands and knees, trying to clean something up.
I quietly looked around Quinn, and saw the cold frappe liquid splashed out around the worker.
I took a deep breath. I wanted to help this boy, but I was also terrified of Quinn.
I had two options.
1. Help boy, get pounded by Quinn.
2. Don't help boy, live with guilt for the rest of my life.
I started to go with option #2, but then I remembered that morning.
That boy... The one with the glasses and Marvel shirt.
.... The one that didn't do anything to help me.
I immediately grabbed a napkin from the counter and bent down, helping the boy clean up the mess.
He looked up at me slightly. "Thank you...." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I just nodded in response, as I realized that he looked familiar. Blonde hair, glasses....
"Oh my God. What are YOU doing here??" Quinn snapped, jolting me out of my thoughts.
"Getting coffee..." I said, my voice quavering with fear. "And helping this boy clean up a mess that you made."
"EXCUSE ME!!??" Quinn shrieked. She grabbed my hair, yanking me up.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?" she yelled.
"I'm Delilah Mason." I said, feeling a little brave.
"DONT SASS ME, B****!" Quinn yelled, raising her hand in the air.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the white hot sting that was sure to come.
It never came.
I opened my eyes, to see the boy that was previously cleaning the mess. He had a grip on Quinn's wrist, and was holding it away from me.
"I highly suggest y-you leave." he stammered, sounding a little uncomfortable. "Don't make me get my b-boss...."
Quinn let go of me, and sent the boy a death glare before storming out of the coffee shop.
"Are you o-okay?" the boy asked, still sounding nervous and shy.
"Yea... I'm fine." I replied, brushing myself off a little. "Thanks for helping me out."
".... No problem." the boy whispered.
"Hey... You look familiar." I said.
The boy's eyes widened. "Uhhh.... N-No I don't..." he stammered, obviously panicking.
"Yes, you do." I said. "... You go to my school."
"No! I uh- well uh... Uhm... I..." the boy was a stuttering mess.
"Hey, calm down." I said. "I just wanted to know."
"... Yea. I do." the boy sighed. "I'm also this geeky guy that nobody likes, so you can just move along."
"Well.... Okay." I muttered, not knowing what else to say.
"Would you like anything to drink?" the boy asked.
"Actually, yes. I would like a large mocha frappe, please." I replied, handing him a $5 bill.
"No." he said, giving me back the money. "It's on me. You helped me clean up that mess. This is a thank you."
I wanted to object, but hey! It's free Starbucks!
A few moments later, the boy handed me a large frappe, with a receipt.
"Here's your frappe." he said, shooting me a wide grin.
"Thank you...... Luke." I said, reading his name tag.
I started to walk away, but then I realized: I had a receipt.
Why did I need one? I didn't pay for the coffee.
I looked down at the receipt, only to find a number scribbled down.
Wow. Sorry, Luke. I'm not interested.
Making sure that Luke saw, I threw the receipt in the trash.
As I walked out, I turned back, only to see a look on his face that I'll never forget.
There was also one thing that I couldn't seem to get out of my head: His name.
Luke... Luke... Luke.....
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Omg it sucks I'm sorry! My name is Hannah, formerly known as @lilac_Michael.
I am the co-owner of this account. I will be alternating chapters with Peighton :)
Love you all!
Hananananah :)
