◇The Hybrid◆

chapter 46

oh my gosh! i wasnt expecting to get so many reads so fast!! thank you all so much dor reading it means so much to me and i cant thank you enough!

well now what you guys have been waiting so patiently for..

but before, i just have to say that testing is starting tomorrow for my school so i'm going to be studying like crazy and everything so i'm most likely not going to be able to update for a while, like maybe a month.. or more. depending on however long testing is :/ so i'm going to make this chapter as long as i can so you guys won't be too disappointed. and a lot will be happening in this chapter ;)  so that's why it took me to update it. i've just been writing a little every day because i still have school and everything and like i said testing is coming up and that's all i'm going to be focusing on next week so i need to be really to be thinking of nothing but school right now. 

so sorry.

songs i listened to while writing this chapter:

-i like it ~ we the kings

-about the boy ~ little mix

-see you in my dreams ~ we the kings

(layla and derek's song>>) -nicotine ~ panic! at the disco

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I wrapped my legs tighter around Sean's  waist, squeezing my thighs into his sides while pulling at his hair. he moans into my mouth and continues to hold his hands on my back, hugging me tight to his naked chest and rubbing his fingers up and down my spine.

"you're so hot" he mumbles in my mouth.

"mhm" I smirk but don't pull away. "now shut up" I mumble on his lips and he chuckles, supporting my back and rolling us over on my bed. I have to force a girly giggle, cause he loves it and I'm told it turns him on.

he pulls away and hovers over me with a curious smile. "what happened to you?" amazement in his voice.

my lips curled into a wicked grin. "people change" I cock my head to the side and keep my eyes on him, letting them trail  down his bare chest and to the lining of his dark jeans. with a smirk on both our faces I swiftly unbutton his pants, grabbing the small foil packet from his pocket before sliding down his pants down his long legs, along with his boxers.

"I like change" he nodded and swooped his head down, latching his lips onto mine.

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"miss Layla?" I quiet voice appears on the other end of my bedroom door. a light tap comes as her bony knuckles connect with the thick dark wood. it was a small, but noticeable knock they was  followed by another.

"come in" I say, not looking up from my phone as my maid/server/Butler person -whatever you want to call her- steps into the room and looks over at my body. I was sprawled across my bed, my back and the soles of my feet pressed flat while my knees and arms were sticking up and my hair in a cloud of brown around my newly paling face.

I was starting to drain of color, but it was so little it's not noticeable so I don't think about it as much as I should. I don't think about a lot of things I should.

my phone was held in my fingers that looked like the long, thin legs of a spider as they are wrapped around my small case. I continued to look at the blinding screen the size of my palm and tap at it, attempting to beat my high score on flappy bird. 

"miss Layla" she says again, more softly since we're now in the same room. I have only been here for a week -scratch that, four days- and people are already terrified of me.