It's 1 am. The world lay silent. I lay in bed looking at the black ceiling. I hear nothing, but the sound of sirens of in the distance. "Layla." i hear. "Layla." it seems louder. I close my blue eyes and hope that it's in my head. "Lays." My best friend sits on my bed. Her dark black hair isn't visible through the dark of the room. "It's like 1 am!" I say yawning. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask confused. I sit up on my bed and look at her puzzled expression. Her black hair was a mess like something woke her up while she was sleeping. She had her pink fuzzy pajamas on and black slippers. "Stacey!" I yell like i had just stepped on a nail. "Geez Lays." She answers.
"I just couldn't sleep." She lays down next to me.
"You didn't drive 30 minutes just because you couldn't sleep." I get up and turn the light on.
"I know..." She pauses "Someone called me."
"Oh no."
"Oh yes." She shuts my door quietly so it doesn't waken my parents.
"Trevor." I say his name but it hurts when i say it.
"Layla, he's in love with you." She confesses
"Doesn't seem like it."
*17 months earlier.*
Stacey and i sit at the mall food court. A ton of people are around and she had just gotten her nose pierced. We sit down at a blue table near a group of guys.
"I'm stacy." She greets them. She's wearing her short leather skirt and pink top. Her hair is in a braid.
"I'm Layla." I introduce myself also. I'm wearing the same thing she is except my light brown hair is straight.
"Jake" The tall one says turning around. He has shoulder length black hair, Hazel eyes, and the most perfect smile.
"I'm Kyle." Says another. He was shorter, not as cute as the others, but still cute. With short brown hair and brown eyes.
Trevor turns around. "Hey. I'm Trevor Jacobs." Oh lord. He's perfect. He has short black hair and blue eyes. "Layla, that's a pretty name i think we have economics together." He smiles.
"Uhm yeah.." I look down at my shirt and smile. "We do." I am blushing. I really wish my face didn't get so red.
"She's in honors economics." Stacey adds.
"So am i." Trevor winces and grabs his keys out of his back pocket.
"Here." Trevor hands me his number and walks away. "Call me." he yells from down the hall.
"Lay.." She waits four seconds. "You know who that is, right?" Stacey grabs my hand and pulls me up.
"Yeah, Its Trevor Jacobs. The smart kid who everyone idols."
"Layla. He's more than that. He's super popular and rich." she waits again. "His dad is famous."
"Stace. I don't care. He is such a fake jock." I turn to the talble and pick up my pink purse.
"C'mon. You don't like him? Like at all?" Stacey looks confused and starts walking to the arcade.
"No. All he cares about is football, hockey, and lacrosse. I don't need someone like that in my life."
"Layla! He could make you popular!"
"Popular?" I stop walking and stare at Layla. "No. I don't want to be. I can't associate with someone like him.." I stopped and grabbed my keys out of my purse. "Let's go."
