Chance Encounter ➳ Drew Dirksen

4. concerts & stained shirts

Once Nate and Brandi finally arrived outside the venue, they circled around the parking lot for forever until some fancy-looking sports car backed out of its spot.

Nate sighed in relief. "For a moment there, I thought we would be listening to the concert from down here."

Both of them got out of the car, slamming the doors as they exited, and walked out of the parking lot hand-in-hand.

"Thanks again, for the concert tickets," Brandi said. She couldn't get over the fact that she was about to see her favorite band perform live and honestly, she didn't even know if she would survive the night. Because the feeling after a really good concert is even worse than the worst hangover ever.

"I'd bend over backwards for you, and you know that."

The sun was gone, but it wasn't exactly evening just yet. There was no moon, no stars, and the sky was still a deep shade of indigo. It just felt really cold and empty. And Brandi knew that this was exactly how she would feel tomorrow; cold and empty.

"I'm gonna buy some water, just in case," she said, spotting a guy from afar selling bottled water. They were gonna be parched from all the yelling, so why not be prepared for it.

Nate gave her her ticket, before walking into the actual room where the concert was being held as Brandi approached the bored-looking man, waving bottles in the air.

"Can I have two, please?" she said, handing him a couple of dollars and he reached into his little stash of water.

"Enjoy the concert."

"Oh, I will," she said, and just as she turned around, a body collided with hers, followed by a splash of cold liquid. Both of them fell to the floor with a loud thud and Brandi caught a glimpse of the water guy standing there and he looked more amused than he'd probably been all day.

"Watch where you're going!" a male voice snapped, which made Brandi even more mad.

"I believe that it was you who crashed into me. So you should be the one to watch where you're going."

The rude blonde boy got up off the floor and dusted himself off and that's when Brandi noticed that he was wearing the same shirt as her (minus the new coffee stain, of course.)

"Aren't you gonna help me up?"

"Sorry, but I don't wanna get any coffee on my hands. Go pick yourself up."

Brandi scoffed, her jaw hanging low. This guy's ego could make anyone want to beat him up.

"You owe me some coffee," he said as he examined his fingernails.

"And you owe me a new shirt."

"Oh please, just put some bleach and your stupid little shirt's gonna look as good as new."

"Excuse me, but we're wearing the same shirt, in case you haven't noticed."

"And both of us know that I wear it better," he said smirking and Brandi tried to restrain herself from hurting him, because they were in public and she didn't wanna get carried away by security.

The boy held his hand out, just as Brandi got back on her feet, and stared at her expectantly

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Money, to buy a new cup of coffee," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Brandi didn't even bother arguing. She didn't wanna put up with his attitude anymore. She just wanted to go back to Nate and rant and have him beat this guy up for her. So, without hesitation, Brandi pulled out a five dollar bill from her wallet and threw it at the irritating blonde boy standing in front of her.

"There. Are you happy now, asshole?" she spat and he stuffed the bill into his pocket. "And while you're at it, try to buy yourself some manners."

She was already walking away when he stopped her once more. "My name's Drew, by the way."

"I'm pretty contented with calling you asshole, thank you."

Tons of people were giving her strange looks due to the huge coffee stain on her shirt and the blobs of whipped cream stuck to her hair, but she didn't even give a shit anymore. She just wanted to get back to Nate.

Brandi made a quick stop in the ladies room to grab some paper towels and it took her five whole minutes to wipe all of the whipped cream away and get her hair looking a lot more decent. Unfortunately, nothing would make the stain go away, so she decided to just leave it.

"What the hell happened to you?" Nate said as soon as she got in, taking her place next to him, and he instantly took off his red flannel and handed it to his girlfriend, so that she could hide the stain on her shirt.

"Some asshole spilled coffee on me," she replied, gratefully taking the article of clothing from his hands and wearing it, buttoning it up halfway, until the big brown stain was hidden beneath the red fabric and couldn't be seen anymore.

"The asshole is right here," someone retorted and they both looked to their left and Brandi saw the same blonde guy from a while ago, holding another stupid cup of coffee that he bought with her money. "And his name is Drew."

"Drew? As in, Drew Dirksen?"

"The one and onl- Nate?" Drew questioned back, and Brandi was shocked to silence. How come they knew each other? What the actual hell?

"Excuse me. What's going on?" she asked, gaping at the two boys who looked like they've known each other for years and have just been reunited after a long period of time.

"Brandi, this is Drew. We were best friends in high school," Nate said. "And Drew, this is my girlfriend, Brandi."

"I was hoping you weren't taken yet," Drew said, cheekily.

"Even if I wasn't what makes you think I would wanna date a douche like you."

Suddenly the lights began dimming, signalling that the concert was about to start, but Brandi was in too much of a bad mood to even get excited– and the fact that he was only two seats over, irritated her to death, and the annoying smirk on his pretty little face meant that he knew it.

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a/n: i feel like this sucked but hey drew's finally in the story woooo. this was supposed to be funny but then i remembered that they had to hate each other so i had to start all over. i'll stop talking now bye.

((p.s. do any of you guys want a levi fanfic bc i have one sitting in my drafts and im not sure if i should publish it or not))