Sold To The Gangleader

Chapter 27

Layla's POV

I sit on my bed, popping a pill in my mouth, then chugging down the glass of water, Cara hands to me. I've got a bad headache from all that yelling.

"I'm sorry." Cara repeats once again and I sigh. "It's fine."

"I didn't think they'd go gorilla mode. I would've said something but-"

"It's fine." I repeat.

There's a soft knock on the door, and I rub my temple. "Come in."

The door opens, revealing both Donald and Kaleb.

"We didn't call them." I hear Donalds voice and I lift my gaze up, nodding. Donald has a straight face while Kaleb still looks slightly mad, having his arms crossed.

"But if by any chance. He does kidnap you. We will call them immediately and like you said, we need proof and that will be proof enough. Right?" Kaleb mutters, tiredly.

"Yes." I nod again, stiffling a yawn.

"Alright, well-"

"I'll see you guys later." I cut Kaleb off, jumping under my duvet.

The door shuts a while after and I blow out a long breath.

Gorillas these days.

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"Layla."

I turn around and roll my eyes when I see who it is.

"Jack."

He smiles, and stops when he's in front of me. His black hair is tousled up and he's wearing a black plain shirt along with a grey denim jacket and black skinny jeans.

"Yes?" My voice comes out slow, when he doesn't say anything.

He sighs, and rakes his hand through his hair, messing it up slightly.  "I...can we talk?"

"What are we doing right now?"

He clenches his jaw, obviously frustrated. "Over coffee or something." He mutters bluntly.

"I don't like coffee." I state, turning around.

"Tea then." He says louder, following me.

"I don't like that either." I shrug and he lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Lemonade?"

I scrunch my face up. "Nope."

"Coke?"

"Nah."

"What do you like then?"

"Mmm...water." I cross hallways.

"Okay. Over water then."

"Okay, follow me." I begin to make my way towards the water fountain.

I stop beside it, and lean down, pressing the button and capturing the water with my mouth.

"Uh..."

I look up at him, still drinking. "Speak." I tell him, water dribbling off my chin.

He sighs, rolling his blue eyes, obviously getting the message.

"I just want to say I'm sorry–"

I roll my eyes and stop drinking, wiping the water off my chin.

"And for how long are you going to keep on apologising?" I ask, rather annoyed.

"Till you forgive me."

"I've forgiven you!" I raise my voice slightly, furrowing my eyebrows.

He smirks, cocking a brow. "Clearly not." He crosses his arms.