Alpha Loren
Elle A. H.aelinella lorenaliaaurora
My drink sloshed down my front and oozed into my shirt.
After stumbling back, I looked up to see a familiar face.
It was Jake, a tall and admittedly pretty hot senior. As one of my brother's friend, he hung around my house a lot, and I was forever bumping into him. Although until tonight, not literally.
"I'm so sorry, Jake, that was totally my fault," I said, grabbing some paper towels from someone else's spillage and frantically drying his shirt.
"Ella, don't worry," he said, placing his hand on top of mine to stop me. "What is it anyway? Lemonade?"