Mrs All American

10

Luke's pov

"I'm not having this conversation with you again" I emphasized as I stood from the couch and made my way to my room.

"Come on it's not that big a deal" Calum groaned. I heard footsteps, indicating he was following me. Subtly rolling my eyes, I peeled my shirt off and searched for a clean one. "Just answer it" he demanded with his arms crossed.

My arms were in the sleeves and I was just about to pull the tee shirt over my head when I stopped and stared at him. "No!" I exclaimed for the third time. "My answer is no!" I repeated. "It was 'no' last night and it will be 'no' tomorrow" I growled through gritted teeth, growing frustrated at his badgering.

"Sure it will" he scoffed. "So if you don't like her," Calum began, "why do you perk up whenever you hear her name?" Her asked. "And why did you seem as if you wanted to slit my throat when I told you she was my girlfriend?" He continued with the rhetorical questions. I rolled my eyes and slid a pair of jeans over my boxers.

"I'm going to the store" I commented, ignoring his questions as I pushed past him. I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter and took his sunglasses because mine were out of sight.

"Come on Luke I'm-" before I could hear the end of his sentence, I had walked out the front door and closed it tightly behind me.

If I'm being honest I didn't have a specific place in mind where I was going, I just needed a little breathing space away from Calum. As I got in the car and stepped on the gas pedal, I found myself slowly trucking along down the road.

The day was dreary and the skies were gray, so the sunglasses were unnecessary. The ground was wet from the rainstorm we had last night so the roads were slippery. I rested my head on my fist and drove with my other hand on the wheel as I pulled into the parking lot of the local coffee shop. A little caffeine would do me good since it was too early for a real drink.

I parked the car in one of the first spots and walked inside, not bothering with a hood or anything since not many people appeared to be out on such a glum day.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to see a text from Michael.  You and Cal fighting? He wrote simply. I rolled my eyes and sent a quick response.

He's being a dick. Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I pulled the glass door open and entered the dimly lit coffee shop. The only other person in there was a girl with faded purple dye at the end of her dark blonde braided hair. Just by the looks of her hair, she seemed kind of fun, like Michael was. Her back was to me though, so I couldn't see her face.

"Hello," the woman behind he counter greeted. "How may I help you today?" She asked kindly.

"I'll take a double shot of expresso" I replied using a monotone of voice. She nodded and grabbed the small cup and squirted two shots of the dark brown liquid inside.

"That'll be $4.59" she said, handing me the small cup. I handed her a five dollar bill and told her to keep what little change I would get back- I hated change for some reason. As I turned around, I noticed the girl was halfway out the door. I downed the small amount of coffee and tossed the cup before following her out. I kept a safe distance behind her, and subtly red her up and down.

I never considered myself the type of guy that judged women by their body- usually I didn't think twice about what they looked like. This girl however, was just about as perfect as one could get. Her toned legs flowed from her nicely sculpted bum and her hips swayed a little as she walked.

Her grey sweatshirt covered the top half of her, so there way no telling if she had an hourglass figure, but from the looks of her bottom half, the top half couldn't be bad.