Something About Him

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The photo found in the multimedia is of Layla who has already been introduced.

Layla Wilkes

"I'll see you at 8?" I ask my dad as I get out of the car for soccer practice.

"Not me. Sasha's gonna come. Your mom and I are going out tonight," he replies with a small smile disappointing me.

I hate when my sister Sasha picks me up. She's always late and it's either she's in a terrible mood or she's trying to preach to me about something when she's the last person that should be giving anyone advice.

"Fine. Well I guess I'll see you when y'all come home tonight," I mutter as I pick up my cell phone and cold bottle of water.

"Alright, well you do your best out there and have fun."

I nod my head and then slam the door shut. I huff and then jog onto the field.

****

As a team, we run a lap around the field to start the practice and we finish once the last person finishes their final zig zag through the cones while kicking the ball.

After two long hours of practicing controlling the ball and doing sprints, I'm tired, but of course- Sasha isn't here yet.

I sit on a bench just waiting with a few friends, the ones who either don't have cars or don't have a license.

I have both a car and a license, but I don't really like driving at night especially when I'm pretty much half dead after practice.

Right now everyone's engaged in separate little conversations.

"I wish my parents would get me a car already," my teammate Kathleen pouts and I roll my eyes. She is always complaining and her voice is so annoying, but she's Carter's cousin so I tolerate her.

"Why didn't you leave with your uncle?" Someone asks what I was just beginning to wonder.

"Because I rather just wait for my mom here than go all the way to my uncle's house. If I go there my mom's gonna take forever and I just wanna go home."

"You're crazy wanting to be sitting out here. If my car wasn't getting fixed in the shop right now I'd be out. Ion wanna be here any longer than I have to be," Gianna says while looking down at her phone. "I'm tired."

"Right," I agree shaking my head.

"Layla, are you going to Dom's party tomorrow?" Gigi asks me.

"I'm going," I answer. "I can't dance to save my life, but yeah I'll be there."

She giggles, which she always seems to be doing, and then says so is she.

"This boy that I've been talking to might be going," she continues while still looking down at her phone. She's texting now.

"Really? Who?"

Gianna blushes and I laugh. "My gosh. You didn't even hear his name and you're blushing."

"I like him a lot and if he comes out for this party I'll be so happy."