Could It Be Love?

He's Like A Scrumptious Hot Burger And I'm Just A Forever Alone Cabbage

CHAPTER ONE

 

 

Layla POV

 

Hi, my name is Layla and I’m the most boring person you’ll ever meet in your life. I’m not the type that people would normally notice when I’m walking down the school’s hallway or wherever, I’m practically invisible and that’s all I’m ever going to be. I wear baggy shirts, loose jeans with boring colours and I usually just put my hair into a ponytail and off I go. I’m 17, yes, I just turned 17 and no, I didn’t have a birthday celebration like some teens do because well, I told you I’m boring and so does my life. I love cuddling with novels (not literally cuddling as in cuddling but yeah, that’s just how I spend my weekend when the other population of the school would go and throw parties or whatsoever because I don’t really care). I have a best friend – yes, a best friend and you read it the right way by emphasizing the alphabet A because I only have one that I trusted and all. He’s Logan. To be very honest, I didn’t even know how we both became friends because all I remembered was he approached me and said “Hey, can we be best friends?” Awkward, isn’t it? That’s exactly how I felt at first but hey, Logan isn’t that bad. He might be the spotlight of the school for having girls’ eyes all over him worshipping his fine body and fine background (not that I intentionally became friends with him just to get the spotlight too, I accepted his offer because, well, because I was all alone for months and I think I needed someone to actually talk with. Besides, he seems like a pretty nice guy and not to mention, the way he asked me to be his friend was awkward, yes, but somehow managed to put a smile on myself. Well at least someone actually WANTS to be my friend). So, that’s the end of my boring, long and sappy introduction about myself. I bet you’re yawning now, thanks.

Logan POV

The first time I met Layla, I was so sure that she is not the type that would look at me and ask my number like the other girls do. She’s somehow different. She thought she’s the odd one out but believe it or not, I’m comfortable being around her. We’ve been friends for a year or so and I’m glad we did because she’s the only one, too. I do have a few other friends from my class but don’t get me wrong, they’re nice people whom the rest of the school would call the nerdies just because they don’t do sports - and I don’t do sports too. I might be a dude, but sports are just not my thing. Once I joined the basketball team and I got into a coma for a week or so (okay, I might be exaggerating it a little bit but I just hate sports no matter what). I usually stuff myself with books, any type of books – history, sci-fi and something like that to spend some of my spare time. Reading, that’s what I do. Don’t blame me for a being a bookworm, blame my best friend to be such a big influence.

“Gotcha!” I took the magazine away from Layla and the look on her face, though. “Holy marshmallow, you should’ve seen your face!” I said, laughing like there’s no tomorrow. “Hey! Gimme back my magz!” as she tried to reach it but unfortunately, she’s just about my chest height, how cute. As she tried to reach the magazine she’s currently reading, I curiously opened and read the page she was reading and guess what? “I can’t believe you actually read this kind of section!” I gasped dramatically and she furrowed her brows like she didn’t quite get what I was trying to say “What? It’s just a beauty section.” Way to go, Miss Honest. “And just why are you reading a beauty section?” I raised my eyebrow in curiousity. “I- I.. just, just give me back the magz please” she constantly pleaded. I knew it, there goes her low self-esteem problem, again.

LAYLA POV

I was just looking for some tips to look ‘better’ than how I look now and darn, there’s Logan. Seriously now? I seriously don’t want to lose but hey, he’s way taller and there’s no way I could take it back with my dwarfs height like this. “I- I.. just give me back the magz please” I gave him the puppy look, I knew he would fall to my trap. He’s so easy to fool but then “Layla,” his eyebrows furrowed. “You know I wouldn’t lie to you, won’t I?” I looked at him, confused. What on Earth is he trying to say? I’m the most blank person on the entire universe and don’t blame me for being a slow one to catch what he means or what he’s trying to say.  You know that thing on Youtube that says ‘buffering’? Unfortunately, that’s me. “You ARE beautiful,” as he ran his thumb over my cheek “And I’m not going to let anyone make you feel less than that.” Wait, what? Did he just-  Logan said I’m beautiful? What’s up with him these days? This must be some sort of a prank. I waited for a moment for him to actually laugh and say ‘You should’ve seen how you looked!’ but surprisingly, he gave me a smile – a genuine one that got me- whoa, wait a sec! Don’t get me wrong, he’s cute but he’s my best friend. There won’t be a love story going on between us. Besides, what does a girl like me have something to do with Logan Jace Grayson?

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Okay, so hi! I'm new to Wattpad and as you can see, my writing is that bad, I know. /sighs/ But I just feel like posting something up even though it's a very impromptu story, I promise I'll make it way better in the 2nd chapter (which I'm not sure when am I going to post it, sooner or later?). I hope you guys like it, and a very big sorry for my grammar mistakes, a lot of it, I know! /slaps myself/ and the not-so-wide vocabulary skills. /groans/ I did some plans for the story but not this one... so, yeah, I'm writing it by random thoughts xD

P/s: Please don't kill me, I know I'm just the cabbage that everyone throw away in delicious burgers! Let me know what you think and if you have some ideas or suggestions, PLEASE let me know - that would be great, really. See ya! xx 

Lots of love, itsyukaaaa.