There was a brief silence before I looked up at him with shock on my face. "What the fuck?" He asked in a harsh voice, brushing his shirt off.
I glanced down at my own shirt to see it was equally covered in my warm drink. "I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry!" I began to apologize. He held his hand out and silenced me.
"Shut up, I want none of your bullshit I don't have time for it" he snapped furiously. I was taken back, shocked at how rude he was being when I was apologizing.
"I said sorry, bloody hell man, learn some fucking manors," I spat back at him. "I don't care! You fucking ruined my shirt!" He growled at me. I bit my lip, "It's a shirt, get your knickers out of a twist!"
His eyes were furious and he took a step closer to me before a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Luke, that's enough Lad," a boy with curly blonde hair said, pulling him back.
"The clumsy fuck spilled her drink all over me Ash!" The boy supposedly named Luke tried to reason with the boy. I stood there with a pit of rage biting on my stomach. I was trying to apologize to this guy and he yelled at me!
"Luke! Be quiet, go sit your ass down somewhere!" The boy ordered Luke and he gave me a hateful look before he walked away. The boy looked back towards me with an apologetic look on his face.
"I'm Ashton, sorry for Luke's rude attitude, he's a drama queen," he explained then gave a little laugh at the end. "It's fine I suppose, I'm Lena. I didn't mean to bump into him..." I said and trailed off.
"It'll be fine, but you have a huge stain on your shirt now," he pointed out the drying hot cocoa on my shirt. I sighed heavily and nodded my head, "Yeah, that's gonna be hell at my interview."
"Oh, I think I may have an extra shirt in my bag!" Ashton exclaimed. "Oh no, I couldn't take your shirt! It'll be fine." I told him, shaking my head. He grabbed my arm softly, "But I insist love."
I smiled as he lead me to his vehicle and opened the door. He dug around in a black carryon bag for a minute and pulled out a shirt. He turned around with a smile on his face, making his dimples pop.
"I hope a band shirt is okay," he more like asked while holding up a 1975 shirt. I smiled, "Oh yeah, that will definitely work, I love the 1975!"
"Okay, well why don't you get changed in the restroom in the shop?" He said and began to walk back to the shop after he shut his door. I walked in after him, Luke sending me a glare and me returning it.
I walked into the restroom and pulled my shirt over my head, wadding it up and throwing it away because there was no way I was going to get that stain out. I pulled Ashton's shirt over my head and fixed my blonde hair before stepping out.
Ashton was standing there waiting for me with a cup in his hand. "You looked like the hot cocoa type of girl, I hope that's right," he said and handed me the cup. "Yes, thank you, you really didn't have to," I thanked him.
"I'll see you around okay Lena?" He said and nodded at a pissy looking Luke. I nodded shooting him a smile and walking out of the coffee shop.
I almost didn't notice the number scribbled on the side of the cup. But I did, along with the note.
"I want my shirt back sooner or later."
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I have a question on who should play Lena. It's honestly between Hannah Hart because she's adorable like omg. Or Nina Nesbitt because she's gorgeous.
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Travesty
FanfictionLena Hope Davis, Been a walking travesty since age 5. Luke Robert Hemmings, Been an asshole since age 8.