London Love

Chapter 3

"So you and Michael huh?" Chantel said as her, Khamilla and I sat cross legged on her bedroom floor. I don't know why but her carpet is really comfortable. "No we are just friends. " I stated. "Come on Layla you can tell us." Khamilla intrigued. "Seriously I don't like him like that." "Well it doesn't seem that way to him." Chantel confessed "What do you mean?" I asked feeling really stupid because I didn't know why she would really think that...

*Flash back*

"Is it! Cashtastic is a DON!" I burst out laughing at his enthusiasm. "Yeah he is and he's sexy too." I giggled thinking about how good looking he actually was. Michael just stared at me in wonder. "What?" I asked feeling a bit nervous from his stare. "Seriously Michael why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him again. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" He asked. I had been taken aback by his question not knowing what to say. Wow, I don't really get complimented a lot and it coming from someone like him really surprised me. "Umm thanks...." I replied awkwardly.

*End of flash back*

Nah that was just him saying that to compliment me nothing else. Or was it more than that? It took me a long time to put the pieces together but finally I clocked on what Chantel and Khamilla were trying to tell me. "Layla!" Khamilla said waving her hand in my face. "Ummm yeah?"

"You were daydreaming Lay Lay." They both looked at each other and smiled. I don't like him I repeated over in my head but then his perfect smile appeared in my mind and I couldn't think of anything else until his face was replaced with dare I say it Jerome. OMG this cannot be good.

"And she gon' shake it, like a red nose Li-li-li-li-like a red nose And she gon' shake it, like a red nose Like a, like a, like a red nose..." My phone rang blasting out the song by Sage the Gemini - Red nose. We all got up and started doing the dance, Lol. Before I missed the call, I ran over to it and answered with a breathless "Hello?"

"Is that how you answer the phone?" The person on the other end ordered. I could recognise that voice anywhere "Hi Michael." I replied with a smile "That's better." Lol this boy is a joker. "So why you calling?" I asked "I was just thinking bout you and wanted to talk init." My smile grew greater, as a few minutes ago I was thinking about him "Is it." I chuckled "Yeah it is...So what you doing now?" "I'm just with Khamilla and Chantel at her house." "Cool, tell them I said hi..." "Yo bitches, Michael says hi". I called out to my friends, hearing him chuckle at the other end of the line "Hey Michael." they replied in unison.

"Do you want to meet up later, you could come to my yard. Mans is bored." Michael said. It has been officially 3 weeks from when I met Michael and I feel I have changed a lot more, not in a bad way but a good way. I feel more happy. "Yeah, Okay just remember text me your address." "Cool." At the corner of my eye I could see Chantel and Khamilla smiling from ear to ear as I talked to Michael. We had been speaking for maybe half an hour and then he had to go. "Bye Layla see you later yeah?" "Yeah Bye." I said to him before I hung up. "Yeah Bye." Chantel and khamilla mimicked me "I sound nothing like that." I argued as I joined them back on the bed. "What did he say?" Khamilla asked "He wanted me to come to his house." "Oh really? " Chantel said sounding very mischievous. "Yes really, why?" "nothing, just don't do the dirty... or if you do end up doing it, remember to use protec..." I cut her off "WTF! Chantel you are soo dirty minded, just coz I'm going to his house don't mean we're going to have fucking sex." The room fell silent but eventually it was broken by Khamilla's, Chantel's and my laughter. "You're crazy, do you know that?" "I know." Chantel replied between laughter.

"So girly what are you going to wear?" Khamilla asked. "Urrr this." I pointed at my blue skinny jeans and white long sleeved top. "Are you for real, you can't wear that." kmt "why not, what's wrong with skinny jeans and a top. I'm only going to his house." "You need to look presentable, what if his mum or dad was there and you came in THAT." Chantel joined in. "Why you hatin." "We ain't just trust us." Chantel walked to her wardrobe and pulled out a moto acid wash swing skirt, a white crop top and a pair of white vans to match. Did they really want me to wear this, I really felt outside my comfort zone. They both pushed me into the bathroom and told me to try it on.