Layla Wilkes
After debating with myself all day, I decided I gotta tell Chris about everything going on with Carter. With the way that Carter's been acting, I feel like he'd try telling Chris before me and add something twisted and completely untrue into the story just so Chris and I would be done.
I told Chris that I needed to talk to him during gym and he seemed a little on edge about it. I hope he doesn't think it's him cause it's really not. So far he's been a perfect boyfriend.
The two of us meet at his car and as soon as I get in, Chris sighs. "What'd I do wrong?"
I look at him and can't help but laugh a little. "Nothing. You're perfect."
"Then whatchu 'bouta get to? That 'it's not you it's me' shit?" He asks with a bored expression on his face.
"I'm not breaking up with you Chris, chill."
I watch as he sort of lets his guard down and then looks over towards me again. "Then wassup? Don't say 'we need to talk' like that to me then, aight? It sounds like it's something bad."
I laugh lightly and nod my head. "Well I dunno if you're gonna be really pissed about what I'm about to say but I know you're not gonna be happy."
Chris makes a face while looking at me and then motions his hand for me to keep going but I kind of got stuck.
"Say whatever you gotta say, Layla," he tells me.
I take a deep breath and look down at my hands. "So you know when you came in the hall when I was talking to Carter?"
Chris nods his head yes in response.
"Well he was really heated with me at that time and he still sort of is..." I trail off trying to lead up to the main part.
"He mad at you? Why?"
"He, uh.." I pause. "Likes me."
Chris doesn't respond back immediately but when he does he says, "Whatchu mean like you? You mean like you, like you? How I like you?"
"Yeah, how you like me. Like he wants to be with me."
"Oh." He mumbles dryly and it kinda threw me off. What does he mean 'oh?'"
"And how you feel about that?" Chris asks me.
"Well I told him I don't feel the same way..." I make clear. I don't want for him to think I'm telling him I like the both of them or anything. "And he felt some kind of way after that and he still does."
"How he gon be mad cause you don't wanna be with him?" Chris laughs a little. "But you told him you were already with me right?"
"I'm getting to it, Chris..." I say and then get back to explaining. "So Wednesday night I went to go talk to him..."
"Wednesday? I followed you home on Wednesday..."
"Yeah I went home and then went to go speak to him."
"Oh aight, but continue..."
"Alright so that night I kept talking to him and telling him how I'm sorry if I hurt his feelings but I don't feel the same way but that just made him even more mad and I guess he thought being more calm would make me become more open minded with how I'm feeling but I tried making clear to him that I wasn't gonna just flip-flop with my emotions like that... plus, I could never see him in that way and I could have sworn he felt the same, but I dunno," I shrug after explaining. "So then he was like 'oh just think about what you wanna do' even though I'd already told him and the next thing I knew- he was moving closer to me then kissing me."
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Something About Him
Teen FictionI didn't think that he would be able to have such an impact on me, but there's just something about him.