London Love

Chapter 8

"Layla wake up!" I hear my mum shout from outside my bedroom door. The school routine starts up again. Kmt all I am going to have for literally a month are exams but the good thing about it is I am very prepared.

As I took my lazy ass out of bed I got into the shower for about 20 minutes and then I was out. I creamed my body, sprayed and put my school uniform on. I actually am tired from last night, I was up late talking to my dad who says he will be coming back in a couple of weeks and I can't wait!

I walked downstairs to see my mum with a huge smile on her face which was probably because of last night. Hearing from my dad again was just what we both needed.

"Morning." I greeted

"Morning Layla. How did you sleep?" She asked as I reached for some cereal in th cupboard nearest to her. "Great!" I said cheerfully

"Well that's good. Now I'm going to make my way to work now I'll see you later okay?" She asked while looking at her watch.

"Yeah okay bye mum." She left straight away leaving me alone in the kitchen. I was now waiting for Chantel and her hubby to come and pick me up. Suddenly the doorbell rang and I flew out of my chair to open the door.

"Jerome?" Well not even he could spoil my mood but this was actually a surprise. "You cool?"

"Um yeah...why are you here?"

"Didn't you get the text from Chantel saying Tyrone couldn't pick you up. She stayed over at his last night." I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Oh, he was right. The way I only got the text now was just ridiculous! But then again she did say like a while ago that she might be at Tyrone's but come on she could of phoned me and told me that they couldn't come and take me to school. I sighed at that and looked up at Jerome who had his hands in his pockets. Damn my boy was looking good! I bit my lip.

"So why are you here?" I asked again awkwardly.

"Isn't it obvious? I came to take you to school init."

"No you don't have to... I can get the bus...you don't need to..."

"But I want to." He interrupted. I looked at the time on my phone and it was still really early.

"Well okay. Were still early so you can come in if you want. " I suggested. And to think a couple weeks ago I didn't even want him anywhere near me.

"Kool." he replied and stepped inside closing the door behind him. He quickly took off his shoes and followed me into the living room. Wow Jerome has manners, who would have thought.

We both sat on the couch and to break the slight tension that was developing I quickly turned on the television.

"Do you want anything?" I asked

"Yeah, you." he said with a chuckle. Damn that was cute but a really dumb reply also. I rolled my eyes at his seductive comment.

"Nah, I'm just playing, no thanks." I nodded my head slowly.

"Umm..." I was thinking about what to say next when he cut me off.

"I'm sorry." He said in that sexy voice of his.

"Excuse me?" I thought we had dropped that 'you hate me' and 'I hate you' topic from time ago. He didn't really need to apologise.

"The other time when we were together, I never got the chance to tell you." Awww, that was unexpected. But being the mischievous person I am, I had an idea. I smiled knowing that this was my time to mess about with him. I needed the entertainment.

"Oh."

"...'Oh' is all your gonna say? Not even a 'thanks' or an 'I'm sorry too'." He said

"Urr yeah." I replied