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Chapter 9

'Meet me in the parking lot’ How is he sending these text just right when the bell rings.

The parking lot is completely full with students scattered all around. Some standing by the few living trees, some sitting on the benches near the school entrance and others in line to get in the
bus. I jump up from a loud horn a few feet away. I stare in the direction of the noise to find Michael’s car. Once again everyone stares as I make my way to him. As if they wouldn’t already
stare he had to make noise. The only good thing is that he’s on his own.

“Hey,”

‘Hey, where do you wanna go?” I shrug. He smiles at me, eyes examining my expression. “Are you alright?” I nod simply, not caring why he even asked. “Alright.” He starts the engine.

“Why?” ok, maybe I do care. “No reason. Can I not ask about your well-being? Do you wanna go to the café?”

“No.” I jump up a little too quickly. “I don’t wanna go there.” I say more calm. “Can’t we just stay in your car?”

His mouth opens to tell me something that doesn’t seem very nice but then he changes it and use the same, fake tone I just did. “I don’t work in my car.”

“Right.” I remember. Trying to come up with another place is not easy. The field is definitely not an option.

“I guess I can make another exception. What do we need to work on anyway?”

“The development.” He gapes at me, face blank but eyes saying a lot. “Like go into more details and maybe we can put the interviews in it today.” I try to explain.

“Cool” is all he says. Very dismissively. What did he think we were going to do?

He takes a turn to a dark lane, surrounded by woods and pulls over to the side of the road. I wait for him to get out and take a piss but then realise that he’s waiting for me to take out my books. I try to hide the recognition on my face when it hits me but by the looks of it I fail cuz he smiles at
me. Why does he have such a charming smile?

I balance my backpack on my lap and put a book on top of it so I can have something hard under my paper. “What do you wanna start with?” I ask, focused on the task before turning to see his dark, stunning eyes gazing at me and I forget everything. He doesn’t look away, he wants me to
see the way he’s admiring and taking every detail of my eyes. I quickly break the eye contact. “I’ll just write something and then you can go over it.” I push my hair in my face, heart already racing a hundred miles an hour and heat rising to my ears. He doesn’t look away though. Not for one second. Why is he doing this to me?

“Then you’ll be doing all the work. I want my input in it too.”

“Uhm, I – I – I guess.” I stutter and catch a smile at the corner of his lips. A proud smile. This bastard knows exactly what he’s doing. Deep breaths, Layla. Deep breaths. I look straight into his eyes, focusing on an image of the strictest teacher in my head. “I’ll just write some rough things and then you can either fix it or add your own.” I look back to my paper before the last word is even out of my mouth and release the huge breath I was holding. My left hand is shaking with nervousness and I can’t do anything about it. Fuck my life.

“I didn’t think you actually wanted to contribute in the essay. You don’t seem like the type.” I say, trying to remove the attention from myself.

“I don’t look like the type for a lot of things. You’ll be surprised.” This mother fucker flirts with me. A teasing smile dancing in his voice.

I smile. “Oh, I’ve already been. Your status on Saturday.” He lets out a low chuckle. “You don’t show that side of you at all at school. You’re the complete opposite.”