Something About Him

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Layla Wilkes

"Stop touching me," I jokingly shrug Chris off only for him to pull me closer to him.

"No. You smell good and I like touching you."

I don't argue with him any more about it and just comply with him insisting on wrapping his arms around my waist. Once I just let him, he just looks at me for a second before pulling me even closer, but this time wrapping his arms around me.

"Oh my gosh, Chris," I groan and put my hands on his biceps. I sort of tried prying him off, but not really.

I like how touchy he's being in a weird way.

Before he responds, my phone rings and since it was already in my hand, I just look down at the contact name on the screen.

The name that popped up is Sasha.

Here we go...

Chris eyes me as I look at my screen contemplating. Do I really wanna deal with Sasha tonight?

"Aye. Who is that?" Chris looks down at my phone.

Since her name was clearly on the screen, I figure he read it in time, so I ignore his question and just answer the phone.

"Hello?" I answer and without saying hello back, she asks me, "Are mommy and daddy back home yet?"

I know that they aren't home and if they were, Chris and I are literally right at the front door. We would definitely get caught.

He's about to leave anyways, though.

"No, why?"

"I just wanted to make sure I beat them home," Sasha answers and then pauses. "I'm on the way back."

That's my cue. Chris has to go before Sasha sees him.

"Okay, well uh," I look up at Chris whose staring dead at me. "I'll see you when you get home, I guess."

"Kay. Bye."

When she hangs up, Chris asks me who it was that called again and when I tell him Sasha, he catches on that it's time for him to go.

"I'll see you tomorrow, baby," he pulls me into a short hug and leans down to kiss my lips quickly after I opened the front door.

"Alright. Text me as soon as you get home."

"Gotchu," he mumbles as he walks out of the front door and when he's a little bit down the driveway, I say loud enough for him to hear me, "Love you!"

That makes him turn around with a slight smirk on his face and he says back, "I love you, too, Layla," which makes me satisfied and once he reaches the end of the driveway, I finally close the door and head right up the stairs and to the linen closet.

I have to change my sheets since the original ones that I had on my bed are now getting washed and.. yeah, but today ended up being really good.

Christopher Brown

~Next Week~

I tap my pencil on the desk as my teacher passes out the test for her class.

It's not even that I'm worried about taking the test... I'm worried about how things will be after this.

After this test, high school is practically over. The seniors here don't have to take finals unless the teacher decides to assign a project as a substitute for finals and based off of the classes that I have, Ion think any of my teachers are gonna assign anything.