coffee stains // l.h.


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3. one

4 years later

celine groaned as another teenager spilled coffee on her white sweater. the girl immediately panicked and attempted to apologize. "i'm so sor-" "yeah, yeah ok you're sorry, i get it. have a nice day." celine ran out of starbucks before the girl could respond and sat at one of those little tables set outside the café. she ran her fingers through her messy hair and cursed under her breath. celine then pulled out her phone and decided to text her cousin.

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to: mel

loser pick me up some teen poured her coffee on me

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to: the not-so-fab bitch

no can do, u ugly cousin. @ dance rehearsals :(

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to: mel

boo, u whore

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to: the not-so-fab bitch

shut up regina go fuck shane owman or however u spell his name

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to: mel

fine >:(

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celine sighed dramatically and her cheeks flushed once she did it out loud and people were now staring. she mentally cringed when she felt the coffee on her shirt slowly dry and stain her bra in the process. her foot shook up and down in worry that she'll have to walk home in those clothes. who else could she text? yvonne? nah she's probably studying.. well, maybe.

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to: smartie

yo pick me up @ starbucks pls ur sister cant >:(

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to: cece bovineee

nah, gots to party hard w/ kpop and infinite

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to: smartie

OMG U AND UR INFINITE JFC JUST PICK ME UP FOR CHRISTS sakE

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to: cece bovineee

jk. i actually cant though im @ a birthday party.

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to: smartie

fuck u

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to: cece bovineee

thanks :)

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"goddammit," celine thought. what was she supposed to do now? she had no one else to call. ...right?

celine scrolled through her contacts and her breath hitched when she scrolled past 'L'. "ugh, i dont want to though." her finger scrolled continued to scroll down her long list of contacts and she mentally groaned when she realized he was her only way of getting out of a 45 minute embarrassing walk back to her house. celine clicked on his name and her fingers started tapping at an alarmingly quick pace.

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to: luke the coffee spiller

hey, pick me up at starbucks? the one by 21st. some chick spilt coffee on me and both melinda and yvonne can't make it.

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to: cece bby

again?

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to: luke the coffee spiller

yeah. she has dance rehearsals and yvonnes @ a birthday party

to: luke the coffee spiller

im wearing a white shirt again. fml

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to: cece bby

can't wait to see u ;)

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to: luke the coffee spiller

omg shut the hell up thats gross luke now hurry up ppl r looking

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to: cece bby

fine. :( be there in 5

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to: luke the coffee spiller

good.

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luke didn't keep his promise, however, and showed up 20 minutes late, earning a beating from celine.

"you said 5 minutes!" celine opened the car door and hopped on the passenger seat.

"but i also said i might be 20 minutes late!"

celine slapped his arm and he winced, "no you didn't, you dickhead! you said 5!"

"what's the big deal? its just a 20 minute difference!"

"that 20 minute difference let the girl that spilt coffee on me apologize!" she sighed.

"what, so you didn't want to hear her apology?" luke countered.

"no, because then i'll have to be best friends with them like i did with you." celine huffed and crossed her arms.

he raised his eyebrow, "do people in coffee shops not make good friends?" celine looked out the window dramatically and started laughing.

"what?"

"nothing."

*

celine was pissed at this blonde foreign dude, she didn't want to go anywhere with him, let alone be his friend. "well what if i don't want to be your best friend?" celine crossed her arms and huffed like she always did.

"well too bad. you don't get a say in this." celine gaped. "what?! this is like kidnapping! i don't want to come with you!" the boy snickered at celine and pulled her a long. "you're gonna get arrested for this, you, you coffee spiller!"

"my name's luke hemmings, for your information."

"yeah and mine's is let me fucking go you bastard!" celine kicked his shin and he winced in pain. luke let go instantly and put his hands in the air. "calm down, princess. i was just playing around. no need to get violent."

"no need!? i could have been kidnapped by you! look at where we are?" celine gestured to the area around them. "we're in a uh, a place!"

"...we're in a supermarket." luke finished for her.

"we're in a damn supermarket!" luke covered her mouth and dragged her to a small corner where the cookies were held. "fucking hell, whatever your name is, you've got to stop screaming." he took his hand off of your mouth once you licked it and luke wiped them on his jeans. "gross."

"that's what you get, dickhead for trying to kidnap me." celine walked away.

"wait! not this again! i'm sorry, ok? i'll drive you home." celine stopped and turned back to the desperate blonde behind her.

"why would i trust you?" celine crossed her arms once more.

"oh my god we had this conversation like 10 minutes ago! just let me drive you home. please." luke begged trying his best not to make a big scene in the market. thankfully, it was a weekday and no one had time to buy groceries that day.

"fine. but you're buying me frozen yogurt on the way home." luke nodded right away and they started walking.

"oohh so healthy." he bumped hips with celine's. she slapped his head, "shut up and walk."

"fine."

*

"hello? celine?" luke snapped his fingers in front of her face, "are you still with me?"

celine shook her head, "huh? what happened?" luke shrugged, "i don't know, you kinda just dazed out for like 30 minutes."

"oh. are we home yet?" celine looked outside of the car where the rain has pounding.

"almost." celine nodded and leaned back into the seat.

"hey, you never answered my question." luke stated after a few minutes.

"hmm? what question?" she looked at luke.

luke kept his eyes on the road, "do you really think that people in coffee shops don't make good friends?"

celine shook her head and luke snickered, "well then you're saying that you're not a good friend, which you aren't." celine gasped and slapped him on the head. "if i'm not a good friend, i'm a fabulous friend!" celine smiled victoriously.

"what the fuck, celine! you messed up my quiff!"

"so what? it's not like you took 20 minutes to do that fucking quiff just to see me. you obviously have some sort of date after." luke stayed quiet with his eyes on the road.

celine coughed after a few awkward minutes, "luke?" luke side-glanced at her, "hmm?"

"are you ok?" celine tentatively put her hand over his. luke flinched which made celine flinch and her hand retreated back.

"yeah, fine."

"..are you sure?" celine asked once more, more hesitantly this time.

luke stopped the car, "i said i'm fine, celine! just drop it for christ's sake!" her eyes widened and she nodded.

celine didn't know why luke was acting that way, but she assumed that luke obviously wasn't fine. her assumption turned out to be correct when she heard luke whisper 5 minutes later to no one in particular,

"actually, i'm not fine at all."

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