Road Trip // c.h.

Macca's Girl

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~Jessi

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Calum's POV:

"H-hi. I'm Teagan," the girl in the Yankees cap stutters, yanking the backpack from my grasp.

I step back to give her room to get out of the booth and clean herself up. She takes the hint and runs off like a frightened animal towards the woman's restroom.

"Calum," I call back not even sure she can hear me, "I'm Calum."

"Shit Michael, great job scaring her off. Gold star for you mate," I grumble, dropping myself in to the booth next to him.

"It's not my fault the girl doesn't talk," He mutters in to his Big Mac. That's the great thing about America; more food.

"Don't let the rejection get to you, we've got the rest of America to explore y'know," Ashton winks, popping a few fries in to his mouth.

"I'm not worried about rejection, I'm just wondering what someone so young is doing here alone. I mean it's not the nicest," I point out, gesturing at the faded walls and dirty floor to prove my point.

"Dude she's like our age, for all we know she's an employee," Luke shrugs, playing with the straw in his coke.

"Who comes to work with a loaded duffle and backpack, hmm?"

"I dunno, her maybe?" Luke counters me.

"Whatever man, I'm just gonna ask if she's alright okay?" I nod in the general direction of the group. They shrug, and go back to polishing the trays clean.

She emerges from the bathroom rather quickly, wearing an oversized Ramone's shirt, and stuffing her previous shirt in to her bag.

"Hey, you all right?" I call over to her booth.

"Um yeah, last time I checked water doesn't kill people, but thanks for saving me 'Oh Heroic One'".

"Ohhh buuurnn," Mike hisses in my ear as the boys laugh, earning himself an elbow to the gut.

"Sorry, just trying to help," I grumble, as the boys laugh more.

"No. Gosh, wow I'm so stupid. I shouldn't be so mean to hot guys. I mean -" she stutters, pulling on her ponytail, "-shit why do I think out loud so much?" She sighs, throwing her head back.

The boys struggle to keep straight faces as we listen to her ramble on about us being hot. Oh gosh. The last thing these guys need is people telling them they're attractive. It'll go right to their heads.

"Lets try that again. Okay, hi. I'm Teagan. Sorry for being a sarcastic asshole, I'm just kinda in a bad spot right now. Sorry," she drops her head as her cheeks tinge pink.

"Hi Teagan!" The boys and I all chorus out together, earning a laugh from the flustered girl.

"I'm Calum," I say pointing to myself. "And this is Ashton, Michael, and Luke." I say, pointing in turn to each boy.

They wave to her and continue eating and joking between themselves, as I turn my attention more fully to her.

"So what brings you guys to America?" Teagan asks, taking a bite out of her wrap.

"Well we've all been best mates since we were little, and when we were about 13 we decided to road trip America just for the hell of it," I explain.

"Wow that sounds like fun!"

She nods, a grin lighting up her face.

"Sooo wait, you don't have collage coming up?"

"Only Ashton, he's 19. His parents are making him, but ah.... He's a bit of a free spirit," I laugh pointing toward my mate who has two french fries up his nose and a cup of ice balanced on his head, while howls of laughter escape from the other two boys.

"I can see that," she laughs, fiddling with her Yankees cap.

"So what about you? Do you have school?" I ask edging out of my booth and crossing to hers so I can hear her over the giggles still coming from the lads.

Once closer to her, I notice small details, like the splattering of freckles across her face and that her hair isn't black like I thought, but more of a dark brown color.

"I do actually, I'm going to University of Florida," She sighs, pushing her tray away from her and slouching back in the booth.

"Wow that's a good school," I nod. "What major?"

"Um probably child psychology," she nods, eyes suddenly bright as I hit on a topic she's interested in. "I wanna be able to help kids you know? Get inside their brains and help them through their thoughts."

"Wow that's really awesome!" I nod.

"So wait, shouldn't you be there setting up your dorm and stuff? Like no offense, but wouldn't you wanna be out of this hell hole as soon as possible?" I gesture at the desolate desert waste outside the large window to the right of us.

"Um I don't live here actually, I'm from California. I'm taking the bus." She smiles almost too widely as she begins collecting her trash and placing it on the tray in front of her.

"All alone?" I ask apprehensively, frowning as I help her gather her trash. "That's a long trip."

"Yeah I'm not a little girl. Now I better get going before the bus leaves without me," she explains, slinging her backpack and duffle across her shoulders and grasping her tray.

"Well it was nice to meet you Teagan!" I call after her as she briskly brushes past me.

She deposits her trash in the bin before turning around.

"You too!"