He Saved My Life

CHAPTER 4 ---- I'm Here For You

Joey's part! :D

For being below freezing outside, the sun was entirely to bright. Whenever it shines through my window in the morning, I always think of Layla. I know that sounds cheesy, but it's one hundred percent true.

I glare at my alarm clock as it beeps as loud as possible. I hit the off button and roll out of my bed, goosebumps rising on my arms. I forgot to shut my window last night, so my room was like an ice freezer.

I quickly took a shower and raided my closet for something to wear. I settled on something sexy, but casual. Layla would like it, I hope. Wait, why do I care what Layla thinks?

I tousled my hair a bit and ran downstairs. My dad was sitting in his recliner with a cup of coffee in one hand and his smart phone in the other. What happened to newspaper in the mornings?

"Dad, I know I'm grounded, but can I please take my car today? It's snowing outside," I said using my best puppy dog face.

"I guess. But straight to school and straight home afterwards," he said sipping from the cup.

"Umm, can I drive a friend to school? She lives a few houses down," I asked hoping he would say yes. Even if he didn't, I would pick her up anyways.

"Is it that Sophia girl that you knocked up? I don't want you hanging around her anymore if all you're going to do is have unprotected-"

"Dad, it's not Sophia. Her name is Layla," I said interrupting him before he could finish his sentence.

"Oh, who's that?" he asked.

"The only girl who has met my grandparents and the only girl who I've told about mom," I said staring at my feet. He stayed silent. I looked at him. "Dad?"

"I want to meet this girl. When you come home after school, bring her. That's the only way you can take her, got it?"

I smiled. "Uhh, yeah. Thanks dad," I said grabbing my keys off the hook and running out to my car.

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I stopped in front of Layla's house and hopped out, leaving the car running. I knocked on her door and a middle aged woman answered it. She was in her pajamas and she was smoking.

"Who are you?" she asked in a disgusted voice.

"I-I'm Joey. I-Is Layla here?" I asked my voice shaky.

She frowned. "What do you want with that slut?"

"Did you just call your daughter a slut?" I asked in a defensive tone.

She smirked. "Yeah, because she is."

"Well, I'm here to take her to school. Where is she?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Let me see her," I demanded. Layla pushed her mom out of the way and flung herself at me.

"Oh thank goodness you're here. It was horrible last night," she said. I hugged her back as her mom glared at us. Layla pulled away, staring at my car.

"I thought you were grounded, Joey," she said.

"My dad let me take it today because it's so cold. I'm freezing, let's go slowpoke," I said with a grin.

"Okay, come on," she said walking down the stairs.

"Layla, you're not going in that boy's car!" her mother yelled. Layla turned around.

"Screw you mom. You don't have to act like that just because dad is gone. Ethan's over it, I'm over it, now it's your turn. Grow up," she said. She smiled at me and jumped into the passenger seat. I got in and stared at her.