O.M.B. (A Justin Bieber Love Story)(First in the Our World Series)

Part 3:Chapter 21:(Not) Asking For Help

"Layla, Wake up." Layla shook her head to a gentle whisper, coming from above her head.

"Justin?" She opened her eyes. Of course. No. Layla's brows formed a line."

"No. Derek." The tall blonde said, pulling Layla to her feet. Layla's eyes followed his hands. He had a light blue tee-shirt on with cargo shorts. He had light blue eyes just like Layla's. His white teeth and goofy smile  seemed to stand out,

"Ummm... Oh." Layla blushed slightly, spying the muscles peeka-booing out of his shirt. Layla quickly caught herself and turned her back to Derek and clamped his fists. There was a silence.

"I heard... Ya know. About... You and your boyfriend. It was on the News yesterday, actually." He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged. Layla turned back around, wiping a serious look on he face.

"If you need someone to talk to..." Derek began to let his eyes wonder.

"I'm here, if you need to." Derek smiled. He ran a hand through his shaggy-blonde hair. Layla crossed her arms over her chest. She bit her trembling lip.

"T-thanks, Derek," She managed with a slight smile. A cute boy with motives was the last thing she needed to worry about. She was clearly at the breaking point. Her mind, atleast. Her heart belonged to someone. That was that. Right?

Derek faced Layla, clearly thinking. His mouth formed a line as he stood next to Layla. She sighed.

"We are neighbors." Derek smirked, giving Layla a devilish wink. Layla could feel her face heating up like a fire pit. Derek's goofy expression reminded her of the sweet-yet-pervish side of Justin. Layla racked her brain, sorting through her crowded mind. She sighed a bit and sat down on the porch, with a 'thud.' Derek smiled.

"If things... You know, don't work out..." Derek paused. Layla could feel his hand sliding into hers.

"I think you are beautiful." Derek whispered, making Layla's heat beat stop. Layla pulled her hand back, behind her head. She swung it forward towards Derek's cheek. Layla let out a gasp and Derek, a groan. He rubbed his cheek, frowning at his bruised ego. He snorted.

"Maybe, I deserved that." Derek coldly muttered, sticking his hands in his shorts. Layla smiled, and soon began to laugh. Eversince he left, nothing gave her the right to laugh. Derek sat there, a blank expression on his male-model face. Layla threw her head back, still laughing. Her eyes filled with tears-of-the-over-laugh.

"Ya. You did." Layla grinned, making Derek grin to. But soon his grin faded, leaving his strangely seductive smirk, slithering on his lips.