~Roll To Me~

~Chapter Three: Lena~

I was cursing myself as we walked along the pavement in silence. Why had I agreed to have breakfast with him? We clearly had nothing in common and judging by the look on his face, eating with me was the last thing he wanted to do. What had possessed me to put us both through the torture that was apparently inevitable? Clenching my fists and heaving a sigh, I tried to regain some form of composure as I lead him into a small, though rather inviting diner.

The waitress behind the counter smiled as we entered and after shooting her a grin back, I followed Todd as he took a seat at an unoccupied booth. The waitress followed us over and after exchanging pleasantries, she handed Todd and I menu's. We didn't speak for a few minutes as we each tried to decide what to order. I looked over to see Todd looking up and down the menu, his nose slightly wrinkled in disgust.

"Isn't there anything slightly healthy on this menu?" he asked rudely, "Like fruit or something?" I stared at him, my face set in anger, but he didn't seem to notice. The waitress looked at him as well, her face mirroring mine.

"I think there's some apple in the apple pie," she snapped and I had to suppress a giggle. Todd frowned at her.

"I'll just have a water then," he asked, and handed her the folded menu. I turned towards the waitress and rolled my eyes. She gave me an exasperated sigh and took my order for 'The Big Breakfast.'

Todd watched our exchange with narrowed eyes and when I turned back to face him, he merely raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure you ordered enough?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I thought we were here because you wanted breakfast?" I reasoned.

He let out an angry sigh and rested his elbows on the tabletop.

"This wasn't what I had in mind. I was thinking fruit and muesli. Not this-this-" he faltered and gestured towards the kitchen, where the sounds of sizzling bacon had just begun, "This grease-fest."

I laughed. "That's a bit hypocritical don't you think?" I asked seriously. Todd looked at me in confusion.

"May I ask, just how my last statement makes me a hypocrite?" he asked earnestly.

"Well," I began, staring him directly in the eyes, "How can you call this place a grease-fest when your hair has more grease in it than the deep fryer out the back?"

'Strike One Lena! ' I thought happily.

He stared blankly at me for a few moments, until it finally seemed to register that I had insulted him. He muttered what sounded distinctly like 'Bitch', under his breath and turned his attention towards the window. I hadn't meant to insult him, not intentionally anyway. He was just insufferable and I was tired, unkempt and annoyed.

"It's hair gel, by the way." he snapped, "Anyone with an ounce of style or care for their appearance would know that." He gestured towards my frizzy hair and un-made up face.

"So, it's understandable that you don't know what it is," he finished and leant back into the chair. He folded his arms and looked at me smugly.

'Crap. I thought unhappily. 'Strike One Todd'

We sat in silence, glaring daggers at each other. I just about to speak, when we were interrupted by the waitress, returning with my meal and Todd's glass of water. The waitress placed down the plate in front of me and my nostrils were immediately filled with the delicious smell of bacon, sausages and fried eggs. My tastebuds watered and I quickly thanked her and unwrapped my plastic cutlery. I glanced over towards Todd, who was sourly nursing his glass of water.

"Nice water, is it?" I remarked innocently. He scowled at me, before looking longingly at the piece of bacon that was speared on the end of my fork.

"Better than that rubbish," he muttered, trying to disguise the longing with disgust.

I popped the piece of bacon into my mouth and let out a satisfying groan.

"This is so good," I exclaimed, emphasizing each word. I speared a piece of sausage and pushed the fork forward, teasing him.

"Are you sure you don't want some?"

He opened his mouth slightly and licked his lips. I could see the hunger in his eyes as he moved towards the fork.

"No," he snapped, shaking his head and leaning back into the chair.

"If I gain so much as a gram then BAM," He brought his fists down onto the table, causing me to jump in surprise, "My contracts over."

I was confused for a moment, until I remembered that he was a model turned actor. I knew it was a tough and very competitive business. I almost felt a little sorry for him. I couldn't imagine ever living like that. That every mouthful of food I took was carefully calculated so that it didn't contain too much fat or sugar. I shuddered at the thought.

"More for me then," I commented and shrugged my shoulders. Todd looked a little forlorn, so I decided to try and lighten the mood.

"So, you're an actor right? What's your next movie called?" I asked, feigning interest.

Todd's eyes lit up and he sat up a little straighter.

"Well, the movie's called Gemma. It's my first one so I've only got a little part. About 10 lines or so." he explained excitedly.

"Gemma?" I asked, "Strange name. What's it about?"

Todd chuckled, obviously impressed with the movie he was staring in. He tapped his nose knowingly.

"I can't really say much about it. You know, in case anything gets leaked to the press."

I nodded, wondering if he was pulling my leg. The serious look on his face told me he wasn't.

"You know that book 'Emma'? The one by that famous lesbian? Jane what's-her-face." he asked.

"Jane Austen?" I asked angrily and he nodded. "She wasn't a lesbian." I snapped.

Todd shook his head. "I'm pretty sure she was. She didn't ever get married, did she?"

Anger billowed in the pit of my stomach. God, he was a typical male. Practically a Neanderthal.

"Just because a woman doesn't marry, doesn't mean she's a lesbian." I retorted. Todd shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand dismissively.

"Whatever," he said, and I could tell he didn't believe me, "Do you want to hear about the movie or not?"

I sighed and nodded. His ignorance wasn't worth arguing over. "Yeah, I guess."

"Well, the movie is like the book Emma, except it's set in an alternate universe. In space. I'm playing a guy called Hank Estoril," Todd announced happily.

He began to list a selection of vaguely familiar actors who would also be in the movie. Meanwhile, I groaned. A take-off of Emma? Set in Space? Hank Estoril instead of Frank Churchill? What was the movie industry coming to?

"So what do you think of it?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I swallowed. Honestly, it sounded like the worst script in the world. But I didn't say that. I may have been a bitch, but I wasn't a dream-crusher.

So, instead I replied, "It sounds interesting." I was awarded with a smile, which quickly turned into a frown. I looked over to Todd. He was looking around the table, slightly frantically.

"Where's a menu, when you need one?" he muttered, before turning his head towards the window and resting it in his hand. He obviously didn't want to be seen. However, his attempts were in vain and moments later, a tall, long legged, blonde had approached our table.

"Todd Sparks!" the woman cried in happiness, "I thought it was you!" I heard Todd sigh as he slowly turned to face the woman.

"Juliette!" he exclaimed, "Fancy seeing you here." Juliette beamed down at him, before waving a hand and motioning he should move over. He reluctantly slid into the other chair and Juliette sat down.

I extended my hand forward, attempting to greet the newcomer. However, before I could, Todd pushed my hand and grabbed Juliette's hands, turning so he faced her. He began an animated rant about how beautiful she had looked at some awards festival. I sat opposite the pair, being purposefully ignored. That's when it clicked. Todd was trying to hide so he wouldn't be seen. He was trying to hide, so he wouldn't been seen with me.

About 10 minutes into their conversation, Juliette looked over at me and surprise registered on her face.

"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed and slapped Todd, "How rude of me! I didn't even introduce myself." I gave her a half smile and she extended a soft, delicate hand.

"I'm Juliette," she introduced and I shook her hand.

"I'm Lena," I replied and she smiled warmly at me. "How do you know Todd?" she enquired curiously. I bit my lip and looked at Todd. He looked uneasy.

"Well, I-" I began. I was quickly cut off by Todd.

"Lena's a very good friend of mine," he explained, "We come here every Saturday for breakfast, don't we Lena?"

I looked at him in confusion. What on earth was he talking about?

"No, I just me-," I began but once again I was cut off.

"Don't worry Lena," he smiled cheerily, before muttering quietly, "She's a bit, you know, simple," to Juliette. I blushed a deep crimson. That bastard.

Juliette's eyes widened and she nodded understandingly. She patted Todd's hand affectionately.

"That's so kind of you Todd," she said.

"Yeah," I seethed, "Really kind of you."

I thought that Todd's motorbike getting mauled would have taught him that I had a short temper, but the smug look on his face told me otherwise. He was a liar and a coward and I wasn't going to stick around listening to it anymore.

Abruptly, I stood up, my plate and cutlery clattering as I did. Todd and Juliette both looked up at me. Juliette looking slightly confused and Todd looking frightened. I reached over towards his unfinished glass of water and latched onto it. Then, I sent the water flying towards him, cup and all. The cup connected with his nose and the water soaked his shirt. He let out a cry of surprise and looked at me, his eyes murderous.

"I'm sorry," I shouted angrily, "It isn't my fault. I'm simple." Then, I turned on my heel and stormed out.

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the long update time, I've had a bad case of writers block, so I apologise if this chapter wasn't very good. Please bare with me!

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