TROUBLE

Chapter 4

Layla's POV

Nothing is more annoying than having every person in your school stare at you as you walk down the hallway. If I walk past someone, they look and then whisper to their friends saying something like "That's Eric's jersey!" or "Oh my gosh, I can't believe he picked her."

Tris walks protectively by my side and sends anyone who says something a glare. She interlinks our arms together as we walk and I'm grateful for it. She's like a shield. Together we make our way to English. Luckily for me, she is in this class but then Eric is also and that's a problem.

"Just give him back the jersey and tell him to find someone else. You don't have to take shit from him." She says to me as we approach the classroom.

I don't have time to respond because when we walk in, I see Eric sitting in the corner back desk next to mine. He shouldn't be there. He supposed to sit on the other side of the room. Tris doesn't let go of my arm and I finally have to pull away from her. "I'll tell him. Don't worry." She gives me a skeptical look like she doesn't believe me. And I don't blame her. I wouldn't believe me either.

I make my way to the back of the classroom. Once again, everyone is looking. I pull the black jersey over my head and hand it to Eric as soon as I'm close enough to do so. He smirks up at me and then looks down at the jersey.

"That's for you to keep." He says amused. "I don't want it."

This seems to upset him. He glares at me and shoves the hand that has the jersey in it away from him. I actually stumble back. Does he know how strong he is?

"I picked you as my rally girl. Keep. The. Jersey." This time it sounds like he's spitting venom.

"Miss Taylor, please take your seat!" I turn slightly to see that my english teacher, Mrs. Edwards has entered the classroom. I take the seat next to Eric. He watches me closely and it makes me uncomfortable. Why won't he just take this damn thing back?!

As she begins her lecture, I look at him again to only find that he's staring daggers at me. I roll my eyes and hand the jersey back out to him. "I don't want this. I don't want to be your rally girl and I don't have to do what you say."

The oh so popular smirk is back on his lips and it enrages me. He leans towards me and clasps my fingers around the black material. I can feel the callouses on his palms as his hand engulfs mine.

"Eric! Layla! Could you two find some other time to chat?" Mrs. Edwards yells at us. My cheeks instantly turn red and I pull away from his grasp. He isn't even phased. He stays leaned in smirking at me. Once she turns back around he says, "I've got a feeling you'll do exactly what I say." His tone is final and he sounds like a parent.

I clench the jersey in between my fingers and then throw it in his face. He looks shocked at first before he starts laughing. My temper is beyond gone by now. I will not do what he wants!

"Go find some other girl to suck your dick before a game!" I scream at him. The whole class becomes quiet and I immediatly regret my sudden outburst. Eric just stares at me with a blank expression and I turn to see to Mrs. Edwards coming back toward us.

"Layla Taylor! We do not speak like that in this classroom. Both of you," She points between Eric and I. "Both of you, have detention. Today, after school."

Eric throws the jersey down on his desk. He's officially angry. "I can't have detention! I have practice after school!" Is it bad that I'm happy he's missing practice? Because it would be nice to see him suffer for a little while.

Mrs. Edwards turns around and walks back to the front of the classroom. "After school. No exceptions." I've never gotten detention in my life and of course the first time I do get it, it's because of a football player.

For the duration of the rest of the class, nothing is said. My eyes stare straight up to the front but I can feel Eric's gaze boring into the side of my face. When the bell rings, I'm not as lucky as to get away from him. He grabs my elbow and yanks me back into his chest. My body shudders under his grip.

I look up at him like a lost puppy. His eyes have burning flames inside of them. I want so badly to say I'm sorry because he's terrifying and I want nothing more than to get away from him in this moment. But I can't bring myself to do that because I'm really not sorry. He deserves what he got.

"You really have turned into a little bitch. Opening your mouth whenever you damn well please. If I get sat out of Friday night's game because of you, trust me your life is going to become a living hell. I don't care if you are coach's daughter." I notice that while he's been talking we've been heading towards the door and his hand is no longer gripping my elbow but the fabric of my dress near my hip.

I try to stay strong because when we walk out the door, Tris is waiting on me. I pull away from him and shoot the best smile I can conjure up. "See you in detention."

So what do you guys think so far?? Do you think Layla is going to tell her dad about all of this? And is Eric going to get sat out for the first game? Comment and Vote!