sugar, please ♥ lashton

chapter two.

i swear i am the only teen who don't drink some sort of coffee (like simple starbucks) yet makes a whole fan fiction dedicated to it.

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luke's p.o.v

with squinted eyes i observe the panicked boy as he drops to the floor, quick on scooping the sugar packets back into his hoodie with his hands.

before i can ask,

a) why he has so many sugar packets

and

b) if i can have his number

he's already running out the door, looking rather embarrassed. i mean, i would be too, if i.. stole sugar.

''well that was weird,'' i awkwardly chuckle to ease the tension between the customers enjoying their coffees, them still staring at the front doors where the boy stumbled in.

sighing i turn back to the counter, returning to work. but before i can climb back over, a wrinkly old hand grabs onto my arm. ''perhaps you should look after him?'' ms. trammells suggests, eyebrows furrowed in what seems to be worry.

why would she worry for him?

''i don't know him,'' i mumble while scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

when realizing she won't let go of me until i agree i sigh and point to the cash register.

''who is going to take the orders if i run out the door after some child?''

her grip on me only tightens, and so while pinching the bridge of my nose with a heavy sigh i throw my hands in the air and oblige, mumbling a ''fine.''

a smile immediately appears on her face, almost making it worth it as i untie my apron and sprint out the door.

as my shoes fill up with cold snow that melts at the contact of my skin, i start to wonder why the fuck i am doing this. it is so absolutely random.

i want to turn around to the coffee shop so that i won't loose my job, but seeing the disappointed face of ms. trammells in my mind keeps me going. now, i obviously wouldn't have a clue as to where he went, but i am smart and follow a trail of foot prints. they seem to be leading to the dumpsters where i take the trash after every shift.

weird..

''hello?'' i call out, peeking over the green and nasty smelling dumpsters. in my head he's laying dead in a bunch on trash, but that's probably just because i've watched too many horror movies lately.

''fuck off.''

eyes going wide i scoff and simply round the corner of the enormous trash can, curious to see what kind of shit is sitting behind it with his dirty mouth.

but as i go to roll my eyes and turn on a sassy attitude, i'm left stumbling back, dangerously close to fainting.

behind this dirty and nasty dumper is sat a young teenage boy with his ass in the snow, his thin black hoodie drained in water along with his curls. but that's not what shocks me, it's the fact that the snow surrounding him is red.

''holy fuck.''

his head shoots up, and now it's his turn to be surprised.

''i said fuck off! are you deaf?'' he shouts, quick on rolling his sleeve down his arm. i guess that's where the blood came from.

''i.. i just..'' i try forming words but they all die before they can reach my lips.

the boy manages to get up from the snow, seeming to stumble a little. first now i see his face, and he's a rather good looking male.