Heart Trouble (EDITING)

Even If You Irk Me to No End, Don't Disappear

~ Ryder’s POV ~

Although I tried my best, I was not able to cover the laughter that had overcome me at the sight of Layla walking in circles in front of me spewing alterations of swear words and rubbing her head. The bulging bruise miraculously centered on her forehead grew redder and redder as she kept rubbing it profusely.

“Oh my fudger shishkabob. It hurts!” She yelled in pain. 

She shot me a death glare as I continued to chuckle at her lively banter. Although in normal circumstances I would have shut up but the memory of her attempt at hiding her blunder earlier in the living room played in my mind and it refueled my laughter. 

“Stop laughing!” Layla shouted, exasperated.

“Why?” I asked between laughs.

“J-just stop.” She replied softly.

For some hidden feeling, I could sense she was on the edge of tears.

“F-fine.” I finally said as my chuckles died down.

Layla suddenly squatted down and pouted. My heart pounded a little faster without any notice. The hell? 

“You look adorable.” I blurted. 

There was no way I said that out loud. Hopefully she didn’t hear since she was still drowning in her sorrows. It must have been my imagination when a silly smile flashed across her redden complexion. 

“What?”

“Nothing.” She replied coughing a little and regaining composure.

I let out a deep sigh.

“Well, what do you need that would move you to embarrass yourself and falling face-flat on the ground?” I wondered while holding myself from letting out a little chuckle from the hilarity of the situation.

Layla perked up and handed me a folded white triangle paper. I slowly unfolded it. My face wrinkled in confusion.

“You wanted to give me paper?” I tried.

She sighed looking down at the ground for a brief moment before pointing to the center. I looked at what she pointed at but still I only see white as was the rest of the paper.

“The center? What?” I tried again.

Layla rolled her eyes like I was ridiculous. I began suspecting she wrote something with invisible ink out of sheer desperation just to comprehend what she wanted me to see. Noticing that this was not going anywhere, she roughly grabbed it from my grasp. I stared at my empty hands that once held onto it then at her.

Layla rolled her eyes once more before she studied the paper herself. Her face transitioned from surprise then to confusion then to desperation, flipping the paper back and forth but stopped suddenly when she spotted what she hoped to show me. She shoved the paper into my hands again.

I peered at the paper with a interest. So all she wanted to show me was a joking emocon. Okay? Weird.

“So what about it?” I questioned looking from the paper.

“Why did you draw that?” She fumed. 

Apparently the pain had subsided and didn’t concern her anymore.

“I drew this?”

“Yeah. Did you know how mad I was when I found out that all that scribbling was not comments about me from the lesson? I still can’t believe I spent my ninja-like skills and energy into sneaking into your room to find that just sitting there. I-” She stopped abruptly probably dilberating her words.