Hadley: An Ansel Elgort Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

I sat in my driveway, legs stretched out in front of me, arms behind me, palms on the scorching pavement. I was wearing a pair of Ray Bans, high waisted shorts, a flannel, a muscle tee, and my Chucks.

I had texted Dung twenty minutes earlier, asking him to come over, and just as I was about to text him again, his truck pulled up in front of me. I stood up and he stepped out. An ear splitting sound boomed through the air.

"What the fuck!" Dung shouted.

We covered our ears and I noticed movement in Peach's garage. It was that damn guy I met last night, I just knew it. I grabbed Dung's hand and led him across the yard to Peach's house. Confirming my suspicion, Ansel was shooting off some big ass gun at a target in the garage.

"Hey!" I shouted at him. He looked at me. He stood, shirtless I might add, in the middle of the garage, gun in hand, poised to shoot again.

"Some of us would like to get through today without going deaf!" I said.

He slipped, what looked like baby carrots, out of his ears. "Oh, hey." He smiled.

"Hello, there," Dung said, looking Ansel up and down. Ansel was sweaty and I couldn't help but look at him the same way Dung was.

"Is this another boyfriend of yours?" Ansel asked.

"I'm her best friend. She's not my type," Dung said, giving Ansel a wink.

I laughed. "Yeah, could you maybe go to a range or something to shoot that?" I asked.

"Is it bothering you?" Ansel asked.

"Yeah."

He turned abruptly and shot the target again. The muscles in his arms tensed as he pulled the trigger. I flinched and covered my ears.

"It doesn't bother me at all. Please, continue," Dung said sitting in a plastic chair in the corner of the garage.

"Doesn't bother him," Ansel said.

"That's because he's enjoying the view," I retorted.

Ansel laughed. "And you're not?"

I rolled my eyes. Of course I was but I wasn't about to admit it. I had a boyfriend that up until that moment, I had forgotten about.

"The only reason I came over here was to ask you to keep it down, so do it. Dung, come on."

"I'll keep it down."

"Thank you, come on Dung."

"If you two stay here for a little while."

"What?"

"Look, you're funny, and cool, and it doesn't hurt that you're kind of, really adorable. Just hang out with me for a half hour, and if you're bored to death, you can leave."

I sucked in a sharp breath. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. He knew I was sort of dating Jonathan. Did he just not care? Or not remember, or what?

Dung nodded at me, vigorously. I smiled.

"Fine, half hour."

"So, Hadley, tell me about yourself." Ansel sat on an old, leather couch in the corner and opened a water bottle.

"Ummmm... I'm going to be a sophomore in a few months. I like music, movies..." I stood there, awkwardly fumbling with a button on my flannel.

"There's gotta be more than that," Ansel said.

"Well yeah but I'm not just gonna-"

Dungs phone began to ring. He groaned and answered it.

"What, ma?"