Head Over Heels (l.h) ON HOLD INDEFINITELY

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

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*THURSDAY, MARCH 13th*

"So you really just ditched detention?" Calum asked me, sipping at his drink. We were on break and sitting at a table in Starbucks, discussing random things. It was nice, Calum was actually a really nice guy. Which I always knew, but I never payed any attention to his personality, just his looks, and I hated myself for doing so.

"Yeah, it was pretty funny actually. You should've seen Mr. Miller's face."

He laughed, choking a little on his drink and started coughing in between his laughter, "Trust me. He's my math teacher and the faces he makes while marking tests are priceless. But I wouldn't blame him, there's a bunch of dumbasses in my class." He shrugged, coughing one last time before clearing his throat.

I blushed, knowing I was also one of those dumbasses. Thankfully he didn't know I was being tutored, even though he wouldn't care. Calum wasn't the type to make fun of people. Except for what he had just said, that was a little harsh, even though it sounds like something I'd say.

We continued slurping up our drinks and eating our sandwiches until his watch made a beeping noise. He looked at it and brushed off his shirt, causing the crumbs to fall off.

"Well, time to get back to work," he informed me, while getting up and pushing in his chair. I did the same and threw away my garbage, then went back behind the counter and took numerous orders.

Java chip frap with extra coffee and a chocolate chunk cookie.

Vanilla bean frap with caramel sauce.

Bacon egg sandwich and an iced coffee.

Mocha frap and a slice of banana bread.

All these orders and more spinning around my head, making me feel very dizzy as more and more people walked in the store and to the back of the line.

"Miss, are you ok?" An elderly women asked me, waiting for me to take her order. I shook my head trying to get the dizziness to go away.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine. Erm, sorry. What would you like?"

Another order for me to write down, another bag for me to fill, how do people do this daily? I've only worked here for a day and I'm already sick of the job.

"Here you go. Sorry, I was a little dizzy and wasn't paying attention." I handed her the bag and she nodded, giving me a reassuring smile.

"It's alright dear, here's a tip just for you." She said handing me a twenty dollar bill. My eyes went wide and I gave her a big smile.

"Thank you! Have a nice day!"

As I was shoving the money in my pocket, an all too familiar voice filled my ears, "Hey Jess."

I looked up and met the same bright blue eyes I had seen a couple days ago.

"Hey Luke. Well, what'd you want?" I asked, picking up a pen ready to write on a cup or bag.

"That was a rude way to acknowledge your customer," he teased, biting his lip a little. I rolled my eyes waiting for him to give me his order, "A lemonade. Extra sweet," he said, handing me a bill. He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels as I got him his order.

He was wearing a black beanie today and had his hair spiked up as usual. His shirt was plain white, and he wore on black skinny jeans with holes on both his knees.

I had to admit, he was fucking attractive.

I grabbed his cup and walked back over to the counter.