Nerd by Day, Model by Night

~*~Chapter Four~*~

A/N
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Chapter Four. C:
My chapters are getting shorter and shorter. This one will avenge them! :P

Layla's P.O.V.

   Have you ever had one of those moments where you know you did something really, really bad, and someone is talking, but all you hear are "Charlie Brown" sounds? Those "womp" sounds? I guess that's how I'm feeling right about now.

   Zach and I are alone, since Isabella and Brandon were still asleep when we woke up. We had a mutual agreement to go on a small walk and just, I don't know, talk. Neither one of us apologized for last night and I agreed with him when he said there was nothing to apologize for. It was just a little argument, nothing serious like Brandon and I.

   While we were walking, he kept talking about how he liked Layla, and I kept telling him to ask her out just so that I could reject him. Then he tricked me, broke Vicky's sunglasses, and kind of broke my secret. Sigh.

   Maybe you'll understand if the story is told like this.

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   My eyes fluttered open but snapped right back shut when the sunlight blinded me.

   Why did there have to be a window right there? Why couldn't I be shielded by a body like Zach was shielded by mine?

   Oh, he was still spooning me, if you were wondering. And I think he had a morning, what do they call it? "Wood"? Whatever it was, it was disgusting and it felt like I was being stabbed.

    Enough of that.

   I reached my hand out, grabbing the nearest thing that wouldn't collapse when I pulled on it. It happened to be Vicky's fridge that she had stocked up with extra food, drinks, and basically anything she wanted in there.

   I loved her.

   My hands gripped the bottom of it and I pulled myself. I jumped when Zach's hands raised and I pulled myself until my face met the side of the fridge.

   Was I really that strong? I should add another skill to my list of skills.

   Getting hurt. Check!

   "What're you doing?" he asked, his voice cracking and raspy.

   Okay, it sounded kind of cute. You can't blame me for thinking so. It sounded like a little kid just waking up from their afternoon nap. I'm talking about his voice when I say "it", just to make sure.

   "I was just seeing how many times I could hit myself in the face before it started to hurt. That's one." I muttered, sitting up and turning to stare at him.

   He stretched like a cat and then sat up next to me and glanced at me.

   "If you think I'm going to apologize for last night, you're sadly mistaking." he said, bringing his knee up to his chest and laying his head down on it so he was looking at me.

   Okay, he could be a model. "Say cheese, baby!"

   I smiled at my daydream. "I didn't expect you to." I told him, leaning against the freezing fridge.

   Well it's a fridge. Was I expecting it to be hot?

   Godly warming!

   I burst out into laughter at my lame joke, but my laughs died down to coughs when I found Zach staring at me.

   "Just a little something from last night." I said, coughing some more.

   "What?"

   "Nothing. You know I won't say sorry either, right?"