Balance

2:Layla

Layla

I couldn't get him out of my mind. It was maddening how frequently he'd managed to cross my mind in the past two and a half hours. I was curious about him. I wanted to know about his broken nose and the scar by his ear and how he dealt with such impossibly long lashes. Curiosity was such a new thing to me, I normally just did as I was told and didn't ask any questions. I wish I knew where he was, heck I wish I even knew his name.

"Layla, what's going on up there?" I sighed and turned my head to face Cicely, she was the daughter of one of mothers friends, so by default mother insisted that I be friendly with her but, I found her to be rather annoying. She stared at me with her blonde lashed clear blue eyes and waited for my response.

"Uhm... nothing, just thinking."

"About what?" She quizzed, she was also painfully nosey. I contemplated telling her about the mystery man from earlier but, he did that all on his own.

"Young man who are you?" Mr. Bendinsky asked to the mysterious red head from this morning, he had more clothes on than the last time I had seen him, this time it was a simple maroon hoodie and jogger style pants that hugged his thighs.

"Aidan Doyle." Aidan, I loved it, it fit his face and him perfectly. I ignored Cicely and waited patiently for him to see me, or rather I hoped that he would even remember who I was. I watched as he spoke to Mr. Bendinsky and my mouth went completely dry when Mr. Bendinsky pointed in the empty seat next to me and directed Aidan next to me. He faced me and that delightful little smirk came across his face and he sauntered in my direction.

"Hello, Dollface." He said as he folded his large frame into the small chair in front of me.

"I'm Cicely!" She interrupted before I could even respond, Cicely was also an attention hog. I found myself rolling my eyes and I didn't even feel the slightest bit of guilt. Aidan stared at Cicely with a blank face and then turned his attention back to me, which strangely made my heart flutter.

"Hi," I whispered nervously playing with a strand of my hair again. He smirked and knocked my hand from my hair.

"Leave it alone it looks fine." I noticed that he hadn't removed his hand and he was absently playing with a strand, doing the very thing he just chastised me for, and every so often his knuckle would brush across my temple. I had never been so thankful that I was dark skinned than in this very moment, because if I were any lighter I'd be blushing so hard.

"It looks really nice when she straightens it." Cicely interjected once again. I sighed as Aidan dropped his hand from my hair and turned to face Cicely.

"When I want your opinion on Layla I'll ask for it. Until then don't talk to me, got it?" I was stunned no one ever, and I mean ever spoke to Cicely like that. Cicely also happened to be the Headmasters niece and her father was the richest man in town, her family practically built the town, so in essence she was Ridge Rock royalty. It was also essential that I stay friends with her according to mother.

"I...I... You don't speak to a lady that way." Aidan snored and rolled his eyes.

"Lady, this ain't 1865, I'll talk to you how I damn well please, within reason of course. But, how bout you don't talk to me and I don't talk to you?" I noticed he had a slight drawl to his voice that sounded so very endearing I couldn't place it but it sounded southern like Texas possibly. Cecily huffed and latched onto my arm with her claw like nails.

"Well, Layla is my best friend so if you're talking to her then you're talking to me." This made me uncomfortable, Cecily liked to include me on her things but it was simply as a technicality, I knew I was only there so Cecily didn't look racist, I was her token black friend. Not her best friend. Aidan looked at me for confirmation with a small smirk on his face like he couldn't believe it.