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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 the dinner, Warren came to school with more determination than ever before.
He was going to confess to Layla today, and — if everything went well, make her his girlfriend.
Finally.
He was on his way to the second period of the day, lost in thoughts of when the best time would be for him to approach Layla and make things official when lo and behold — the very object of his thoughts came barreling towards him.
The redhead barely even gave him enough time to process that she was on the complete opposite side of campus of where her second period was located before she pulled him into the nearest janitor's closet.
The Williams girl was panting heavily as she closed the door, staring at it for a moment as if to make sure it wasn't going to bite her — or more realistically, slam open at a moment's notice, given that this was the janitor's closet, and they as students were definitely not supposed to be in there right now.
Or ever.
"Take me to dinner first, Hippie," Warren said dryly, effectively pulling Layla's attention back to him.
"Please don't hate me." She pleaded, honest to God looking like she was on the verge of tears.
Warren frowned softly — all pretenses of teasing leaving his body as he moved closer to her and cupped her cheek. "Hey, relax. I could never hate you, Hippie. What's wrong?"
Layla sighed, as she melted into his touch for a moment, before taking a step back and focusing on the wall behind him.
"I kind of, sort of...toldthisguythatIhadaboyfriend after he asked me out. And I kind of, sort of also...toldhimthatboyfriendwasyou." She rushed out, closing her eyes immediately afterward, nervous to see his reaction.
Warren stared at her blankly, trying to figure out what she said, as she had spoken way too fast for his poor, love-sick, and worried brain to comprehend. "I'm sorry...?"
Layla deflated, leaning her forehead against his chest as she groaned miserably. "No, I'm sorry! I honestly wasn't thinking and I panicked and said the first thing that came to mind which was you and by the time I realized what I was saying it was too late and-"
Warren cut off her rambling by cupping her face once more. "Woah, woah, woah, Hippie — you've gotta slow down."
He moved to push a strand of hair behind her ear with his right hand, as his left hand snuck around her waist — pulling her closer into his body. "Take a deep breath," he whispered gently, "and explain to me what happened."
