Saving The Bad Boys?... Now That's Funny (Indefinite Hiatus)

Chapter 8

Zac's POV:

Having all sat down surrounding Layla I took in her appearance as she looked at us. She was an Asian girl but  you could tell she wasn't full. She had dark brown wavy hair that sat mid way down her back softly.

Layla had a small button nose and red plump lips. She had a small cut that still remained from the attack last week on the corner of her top lip.

She kinda just sat there taking in our appearances as we did her's.

Layla broke the silence by speaking."Well are you going to tell me or just stare at me?".  I was about to answer when a voice spoke out. "Are you wearing makeup?" Noah asked staring at her.

At this point you could tell she was losing her patience with us. "Seriously?" She asked somewhat annoyed. To this Noah responded with a nod. "No I'm not" she replied with a sigh.

Learning this I was shocked. Layla's skin was smooth as if she was wearing foundation. I bet you're wondering 'why does a guy know about foundation' well I'm not and idiot... plus I have two older sisters who loved dress up and well.. you can guess where that led.

Well anyway Noah ended up grasping onto layla's head and inspecting it. "Your skin is so clear and smooth" he said in what sounded like awe. "Thanks? Can we talk about what you dragged me here for now" she said turning to me.

"Oh right yeah we need you to help out James' little sister." I said awkwardly. "What? Why?" She asks turning to James for answers. "Well she kinda started her period while at school and she needs 'help' " he admitted. "That's it?" She questions standing up. "Yeah" we all say following her action.

"Then sure I'll help. You could have just got straight to the point you know" she said walking ahead before stopping. " Wait where is this said sister of yours?"  Turning back around she looked at us.

"She said she was in the girls toilets" and with that she went to Spanish to get her bag making an excuse for her absence and then going to her locker.
Once she had opened her locker she pulled out a pack of pads. "Why do you have a whole pack?" James asks.

"Isabella always forgets to bring some and it helps having spares" she answers closing her locker and heading to the girls toilets.

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Layla's POV:

After getting the pads from my locker I finally reach the toilets. Once I had entered there seemed to be no movement inside. "Hello? Is James' sister here? I'm here to help" I call out inching more and more into the dark bathroom. Like why aren't the lights not working. "Are you one of his toys" a girl calls out who I presume is the said sister.

"I'd cry if I was. Like have you seen how many chins he has? Someone could live on them" I joke as she comes out a stall.

"That is true." She states coming more into view. "I only have pads but here you go" I explain passing two pads to her. "Thanks... Do you happen to have any spare clothes I umm... kinda bled through my shorts" she asks looking down at her shoes embarrassed.

"I have a spear pair of shorts in my bag you can have those" I state turning to take my bag off to get the shorts."Thank you so much!" She squealed and hugged me as I spun to face her.

"No problem" I said pulling away. "I'll be outside with the boys come out when you are ready"I said smiling her way before exiting the toilets.

"Is she okay" I was asked as soon as I stepped through the door.

"Yeah she fine why wouldn't she be it wasn't like she was shot" I say looking at Noah and James who returned my gaze with awkward laughs.

This caused me to smirk slightly at how easy it was for me to make them uncomfortable.

After what felt like forever James' sister came out. "You done?" I ask looking at her.

"Yeah thank you"she whispers."That's good remember to mark this on a calender so you can track your next cycle." I say turning and walking away.

Before I can get far she speaks.

"I will. What's your name anyway?" She asks somewhat careful. I turn to face her since I still had my back to her.

"Layla" and with that I walk away. Most people find me rude when I do this but in all honesty its just because I'm not great with new people.

Throughout my life people have come and gone and that's just how life works. But at the end of the day it hurts when someone you called your best friends loses interest.

People tend to be scared of being alone and not having a lot of friends or someone to talk to where as my only fear is being forgotten....

And that has happened before...

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Sorry guys I haven't updated this is a long time but I'll try harder to post more often and not slack off :3

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this slightly lengthened version of the preview.

You may also see a difference in my name :)

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