Chapter 9

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           “You what?” I asked in a whisper. I must have heard him wrong.

          “I think I’m falling for you and I don’t like it.”

          “Oh well I’m sorry I don’t meet up to you expectations.” I said getting angry

          “That’s now what I meant Layla. I just don’t know my feelings for you. I’m a player but I can’t seem to get you out of my head. When we touch I feel sparks your smart, you hang out with my friends but you also have your own. You understand football. You’re a cheerleader and you the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” He said grabbing my hands before we started driving. I can’t believe he just said that to me.

          “I thought you hate me.” I asked slightly confused

          “I did. I never wanted to get married but being with you almost 24/7 changed me. Can you give me a chance?”  I’m going to cry, I’m going to cry. I feel so guilty. He’s telling me he wants to try ‘us’ out and I might be pregnant with his best friend’s baby. “Please don’t cry Layla. I’m sorry for how I treated you, can we start over?” He asked looking sincerely

          “I’m not crying because of that…” I wondered off in the middle of my sentence

          “Then why are you crying?” It’s because I might be pregnant with Justin’s baby. I thought

          “Never mind. But yes, I’m okay with starting over.” I said with a small smile.

          “Really?!” he had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen him give.

          “Yea- Open the door I have to throw up.” He opened the door and I ran to the bushes. I felt a present behind me and someone rub my back. Knowing it was James I said, “Thank you but can we just go home?”

          “Yeah sure.”

          The car ride was quiet except for the sound of the radio. Playing was “Sexy and I know it” By LMAFO I started laughing because I thought it was the perfect song for James.

When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly

I pimp to the beat, walking down the street in my new lafreak, yeah

This is how I roll, animal print, pants out control,

It's RedFoo with the big afro

And like Bruce Lee I've got the claw

Girl look at that body (x3)

I work out

Girl look at that body (x3)

I work out

When I walk in the spot, this is what I see

Everybody stops and they staring at me

I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it

I'm sexy and I know it (x2)

When I'm at the mall, security just can't fight 'em off

When I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks

This is how I roll, come on ladies it's time to go

We headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous

No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service

Girl look at that body (x3)

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