Something About Him

-10-

Layla Wilkes

"Layla if I'm taking you to practice hurry up," Sasha calls from downstairs and that makes me huff but I still attempt to pick up my pace.

I grab my cleats and shove them into my draw-string bag before I run down the stairs and out the door just as she's getting in the driver's seat of her car. Once I get in, she mutters, "Took you a year."

"Not even," I comment back and I sit back in my seat as she continues the drive to my school for me to go to soccer practice.

When she pulls into the parking lot, I give her a quick 'bye' and then jog over to the football field which is where we also play.

****

After a whole two hours of practice, in a sluggish way I make my way over to one of the benches that I always sit on after practice once again waiting for Sasha.

"Let's go Kathleen," Carter repeats himself. "Ya moms said you was leaving with us so let's go."

"I'm gonna be there for freaking ever Carter! I'm gonna wait," she argues.

"You know what, fine," Carter gives up and is about to leave but in the direction he went to leave, he had to walk pass me.

"Yo, I swear I hate her," Carter huffs. "She can never freakin' compromise. I'm tryna tell her what her mother said for her to do, but she never listens."

I laugh at the fact that he's getting so upset over something so little.

"It ain't funny, Layla."

"Then why am I laughing?" I ask sarcastically in a joking way which makes him suck his teeth.

"Here you go," he shakes his head then looks away from me.

I laugh lightly again and then pause for a second before saying anything else. I don't know what his attitude was about on Sunday night, but what I do know is that I'm gonna get to the bottom of it. He seemed so pressed that I was finally talking to and actually getting along with Chris which I don't understand since every time I said anything bad about Chris he would go back and forth with me saying that the reason is stupid. He's really just confusing me.

"So," I begin. "Sunday night."

Finally looking back at me, I watch as Carter furrows his eyebrows at me. "What about it?"

"You were acting all butt-hurt the other day just cause I was talking to Chris. For why?" I press.

He sighs hard and then shakes his head. "It's nothing that you need to worry about, okay?"

"What's that supposed to mean? You're my best friend... If you're upset about something you should tell me."

"Layla," he raises his voice a little. "If ion wanna talk about it don't sweat it! If I'm not worried about it no more you don't need to be either."

I roll my eyes hard as hell but come to the conclusion that I'm just gonna leave him be. "Whatever."

Christopher Brown

~Weeks Later~

A few weeks have gone pass and not much has changed. My mother is still over-protective, my friends are still horn-dogs, and I'm single as fuck.

The only major change is that I talk to Layla a lot more often, everyday actually. She's becoming a close friend of mine and that's a major change since all of my closest friends are guys, but that isn't a bad thing.

She's still friends with Carter and I can sometimes sense some tension when the two of them are together and I'm around. I'm not exactly sure why that's the case though.