As you can imagine, you don't tell your best(est) friend that your other best friend has given you an S.T.I without any follow up.
It's practically criminal. Also, Layla is not the type to let something like that go. Keeping secrets from her is the worst form of betrayal in her eyes, and when she suspects somethings up she's like Sherlock Holmes reincarnate (and smarter).
That's why I was beyond relieved to see my mum's car pull up just as I told her.
Her phone was clutched between her ear and shoulder because her hands were full of groceries.
"Yes, yes I ordered them 3 weeks ago! So I'm going to need you to go to my- oh, hi girls!" She paused in her hurry to get inside, kissing Layla on the cheek with a smile. "Elle, grab the last few bags from the car. I'm sure Layla's staying for dinner so the two of you, hurry inside!"
As my mother bustled past and through the front door, Layla's gaze practically burnt a hole through the side of my head.
"Listen, I'm beyond exhausted today, so can we just have this conversation another time? Please?"
"Fine! Fine." We walked toward the boot of the car, grabbing the last few bags of groceries. "But we are talking about this, do you understand? So you better get a good nights sleep tonight."
As we walked through the front door I'm sure I heard her mutter "..a fucking S.T.I you know...".
What have I gotten myself into?
As soon as we stocked the fridge, Layla and I headed for the living room. But I felt like I could hear noise coming from the games room upstairs. It also sounded strangely like...no...it couldn't be...
"Is that Jordan?" Layla glanced up the stairs, before looking at me in concern. "is he upstairs?!" She whispered the last word, and I wondered what her issue was for a second before I remembered.
Chlamydia. Shit. Just my f*cking luck!
How the hell was I going to deal with the two of them in the same room without Layla spilling? She wasn't really known for subteltly. I loved and hated that about her because she was always the first to stand up for her friends. But she also did not understand time and place when the situation was especially awkward.
"Elle, you're back." I looked up to see my brother Gabriel stood at the top of the stairs. "Layla." He nods at my friend, who is unusually quiet. She's always like this around my brother but I never wanted to press her. When we were younger, they used to be able to hold an awkward but normal conversation. But ever since Gabriel and Dante started university, Gabe wasn't at home, as he lived on campus. He transferred to a University in town for his second year, the same one that Dante goes to actually. Obviously, that meant that he's around more. Ergo, Layla's muteness. It's like they can't even exchange 2 words. I guess she might have gotten used to only having to deal with Dante and I. Regardless, it's weird.
I'm used to Gabriel being reserved but Layla? It's like watching an elephant put skinny jeans on.
I glance her way, and her gaze is pinned to her socks as if her life depends on it.
"Who's upstairs?" I ask Gabe, choosing to ignore the weirdness.
His eyes linger on my friend before looking at me, "Dante, Jordan and his brother are here playing PS4. I'm going to get us drinks. You guys should join us, Mika suggested we make a games night of it. Ava's on her way."
Gabriel jogs down the rest of the staircase, brushing past us, sneaking a glance at my oblivious friend.
These guys really are a train wreck, aren't they?
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Werewolf"Mine." He growls in my ear, his breath fanning against the side of my face making me shiver, before he starts to chuckle lowly in my ear, the vibrations going straight to that spot between my legs. "Kidding." He says through his laughter and I can...
