Jack's POV

After I left Laila's room I went to find my own. I can't believe that girl. She acts like she can control me. She's beautiful there's no denying that but she's fucking rude. I found another room just down the hall from Laila's. After I was done unpacking I decided to go to the beach.     

As I was walking passed Laila's room I heard her talking to someone. I'm From what I could hear it was a guy. After about 10 minutes I heard Laila sigh. She must be having problems with her boyfriend or something. I thought for a minute if I should invite her to the beach with me. I knocked on her door. There was no answer so I just opened it. I saw Laila sitting on her bed with her head in her hands. I actually kinda feel bad for her. "What do you want" she asked looking up at me. "Um I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the beach with me" i said surprisingly nervous. She looked at me for a few seconds then got up and went to her bags. She grabbed a red bikini and walked into her closet to change.

When she opened the closet door my jaw dropped. She's gorgeous. She put on a pair of shorts and grabbed her sunglasses. As she walked out the door she smirked at me.

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