I sit on my bed, popping a pill in my mouth, then chugging down the glass of water, Cara hands to me. I've got a bad headache from all that yelling.

"I'm sorry." Cara repeats once again and I sigh. "It's fine."

"I didn't think they'd go gorilla mode. I would've said something but-"

"It's fine." I repeat.

There's a soft knock on the door, and I rub my temple. "Come in."

The door opens, revealing both Donald and Kaleb.

"We didn't call them." I hear Donalds voice and I lift my gaze up, nodding. Donald has a straight face while Kaleb still looks slightly mad, having his arms crossed.

"But if by any chance. He does kidnap you. We will call them immediately and like you said, we need proof and that will be proof enough. Right?" Kaleb mutters, tiredly.

"Yes." I nod again, stiffling a yawn.

"Alright, well-"

"I'll see you guys later." I cut Kaleb off, jumping under my duvet.

The door shuts a while after and I blow out a long breath.

Gorillas these days.

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"Layla."

I turn around and roll my eyes when I see who it is.

"Jack."

He smiles, and stops when he's in front of me. His black hair is tousled up and he's wearing a black plain shirt along with a grey denim jacket and black skinny jeans.

"Yes?" My voice comes out slow, when he doesn't say anything.

He sighs, and rakes his hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. "I...can we talk?"

"What are we doing right now?"

He clenches his jaw, obviously frustrated. "Over coffee or something." He mutters bluntly.

"I don't like coffee." I state, turning around.

"Tea then." He says louder, following me.

"I don't like that either." I shrug and he lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Lemonade?"

I scrunch my face up. "Nope."

"Coke?"

"Nah."

"What do you like then?"

"Mmm...water." I cross hallways.

"Okay. Over water then."

"Okay, follow me." I begin to make my way towards the water fountain.

I stop beside it, and lean down, pressing the button and capturing the water with my mouth.

"Uh..."

I look up at him, still drinking. "Speak." I tell him, water dribbling off my chin.

He sighs, rolling his blue eyes, obviously getting the message.

"I just want to say I'm sorry–"

I roll my eyes and stop drinking, wiping the water off my chin.

"And for how long are you going to keep on apologising?" I ask, rather annoyed.

"Till you forgive me."

"I've forgiven you!" I raise my voice slightly, furrowing my eyebrows.

He smirks, cocking a brow. "Clearly not." He crosses his arms.

I scoff. "I said I've forgiven you what else do you expect me to say?" My lips twitch up into a sneer.

"I want to be friends." He takes a step closer.

I press my lips in a thin line, shaking my head. "I can't be something I'm not committed to."

He laughs. "You're acting like I just asked you to be my girlfriend."

"Haha...yeah no." I fake gag.

"What's wrong with asking you to be my girlfriend?" He smirks, his eyes filled with amusement.

I wrinkle my nose. "Bleugh. Even the sound of it makes my tummy churn. And I mean that in a bad way." I smile a fake smile.

He chuckles and I roll my eyes, sighing.

"Look, I forgive you, but like I said. I can't be friends with you."

He sighs, his face falling, and he nods.

I smile. "Thanks for understanding. I'll see you around." I walk away.

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I walk out of my final class, raking my hand through my hair, tired.

Stupid maths.

My eyes wander over the empty hallway and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

Where is everybody?

I hear low chattering from across the hallway and I begin to make my way.

The chatter grows louder and I'm soon faced with a huge crowd, yells coming from the middle and the sounds of fists colliding.

"What's going on?" I shout, jumping to get a glimpse.

A girl turns to me, her face contorted with excitement.

"It's Jack. He's having a fight and it's sexy as fuck."

My eyes widen, "Jack?" I manage to get a peak and gasp, I squeeze myself through the crowd, until I'm finally viewing the whole thing.

Jack's hair is over his eyes, his face beet red as he continuously bashes at the guy. His sleeves are rolled up, showing his defined muscles- Shit she's right. It is sexy-

Shut up Layla!

I peel my gaze off him and look at the guy who I do not recognise. He's a little shorter than jack and all I can see is his brown hair.

The guy suddenly lands a punch on Jack's face and I wince. Oh God.

Seeing how no-ones gonna break the fight up anytime soon, I'll just do it myself.

"Jack." I take a step forward, warily.

Wow they are actually really into it.

Jack grunts, when the dude punches him in the gut. I snap out of it. Gosh Layla, you're supposed to be breaking them apart not watching.

I take a step forward just when Jack lands a punch on the guys jaw. I stop for a split second, before taking the final step, so now I'm just a step away.

"Uh. Okay, guys. Break it up." I mutter awkwardly.

They don't seem to hear me and I clear my throat. "Guys."

Should I go in-between them?

Sure, if you want broken ribs. Sure..go ahead.

Shaking my head, I take a tiny step, hoping they'd see me.

Nope. They continue to lash onto eachother. The sounds of their fists and grunts echoing through the hallway.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, shaking my head.

I stare at the dude and just when he lifts his fist to make another punch, I palm it. Wincing slightly. Ouch. Okay. Bad move.

The guy immediately pulls away, staring at me shocked. "What are you doing?" He snarls. "Move." He pants out angrily, and I raise a brow.

"No." I stand in-between them, crossing my arms. The guy huffs, glaring at Jack. "Nice taste." His voice drips with sarcasm.

Excuse me?

He looks down at me and scoffs, glaring at Jack once again. "We'll deal with this later." He sneers at Jack, "In the meantime, teach your girl some ground rules, she obviously has no clue what she's doing." And with that he storms off. the crowd seperates, making him an exit way.

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I turn to Jack. He looks madder then ever, his lips curled up, and his lips parted, as he breathes furiously.

His face is scattered with bruises and his bottom lip is busted up, blood still dripping.

"You okay?" I ask him, hesitantly.

He doesn't reply and begins to rake his hand through his hair. Slowly, his face goes back to his natural tanned colour, and his breathing becomes steady.

I clear my throat. "Do you need to see the nurse or something?" I ask, making sure my tone sounds careless as possible.

He looks down at me, and takes out a pack of cigarettes.

I narrow my eyes, as he takes one out, along with a lighter.

I open my mouth to say something, but then close it.

He lights the cigarette, and places it in his mouth taking a huge puff. "I'll be fine." He finally replies.

"Right." I nod, turning around.

I see several bewildered eyes on me and I roll my eyes, making my way through the crowd.

I check the time. 3.18pm it reads. Shit I'm late, I was supposed to meet up Donald. I start quickening my pace and just when my hand touches the door I hear Jack's deep voice call out.

"Layla." I look behind and see him following me. He stops a step away from me, releasing the puff of smoke.

"Are you okay?" His questions causes shock to spread through me.

My cheeks redden slightly and I nod quickly. "I'm g-good." I stammer.

His lips tug into a small smile, his blue eyes showing warmth.

"Your face is... It's hurt.." My eyes wander around his injuries before finding his eyes again.

"Mm, could say the same for you." His hand lands on my cheek and I flinch.

"I'd never hurt you." He frowns, as his fingers brush against my cheek bone.

"I-I have to go." I squeak, and he sighs, nodding.

"I'll see you later, then." He murmurs, his eyes finding mine. My eyes widen slightly, when he leans forward, his lips brushing against my bruise lightly, in a soft kiss, before he slowly pulls away.

My cheeks flame red, my heart thumping in my chest, as I take a step back, dumbfounded.

He chuckles lowly, as he leans forward and to my ear. "You're so fucking cute when you blush." He whispers, huskily, his breath fanning my ear, and immediately I take a step back, my breathing increasing, causing him to laugh again.

"Shut up!" I growl, before turning and dashing out the door, ignoring his amused chuckles behind me.

I scurry over to the almost empty parking lot and see Donald leaning against his car, tapping his foot against the concrete, impatiently.

When he sees me coming he leans off, crossing his arms and glaring.

"I thought he took you!" He exclaims, when I'm a foot a way.

"Sorry, I got held up in class." I lie and he sighs, nodding. We both enter the car.

I blow out a breath facing the window. I close my eyes and open them again, just when Donald pulls out of the parking lot, I spot Jack leaning against the gate, taking puffs, not too far from here. Our eyes connect and he smirks, winking. I break eye-contact, huffing.

"Why are you blushing?"

My jaw drops, and I snap my head to Donald. "I'm not!"

Donald turns to me, flashing me a smirk before looking at the road again.

"Who is he?"

I scowl. "Your bum."

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