❝ Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one ❞
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He was clad in a white fluffy robe, matching mine, his hair messy, as if he just woke up. I couldn't help but notice how good he l...
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THREE WEEKS AGO...
THERE WAS A certain strange buzz in the air today at LakeWood High School. I happened to be on the receiving end of many pointed looks and hushed whispers from LakeWoods' student body, as if they all knew something I didn't. Their accusing gazes following me as I made my way through the crowds. When I reached my locker, I scanned the hallway for my two best friends, Quinn and Ashley. When I finally spotted the two girls, they both gave me excited but wary smiles before rushing over to me. I don't bother opening my locker, an amused smile playing on my lips.
Quinn reached me first, as a result of her Miu Miu sneakers in comparison to Ashley's Saint Laurent booties. Quinn shook my shoulders lightly, letting out a girly squeal that was unlike her usual indifferent personality. Before I could question anything, she cried; "Layla, you're getting asked out!" Before I could stop it, a strangled gasp escaped my lips.
I was astonished and shocked, shocked, being the understatement of the century. Taking in my confusion, Ashely shot me a knowing smirk and pointed to the left of the hallway, I slowly followed her index to the top of the main staircase.
There in all his glory was Jack Miller, my crush since middle school and the schools varsity track star. I quickly took in his appearance; he wore a tight fitting Dole&Gabbana embossed white t-shirt and dark jeans, finished off with his usual varsity jacket, blonde hair neatly styled as always. In his arms, was a big colorful poster, roses, and a large box of my favorite chocolate. I felt my gut clench as I grasped that my dream was becoming a reality. I mentally debated pinching myself, then decided against it when I felt everyones scrutinizing glares again. From the top of the staircase, Jack gave me a charming smile, one that could melt any girls heart. I took in a sharp intake of breath before involuntary shifting my attention to the large crowd that we had attracted.
Loud cheers erupted from the crowd, in which I recognized many friends and acquaintances. Behind me, Quinn gave me a slight nudge and with a wide grin on my face, I went up the stairs, patent-leather jimmy choos and my erratic heartbeat the only things I could hear.
Once I reached the top step, I trained my gaze up at Jack. The crowd had grown silent, people straining to hear what was happening. He cleared his throat then confidently spoke; "Layla Davis, will you be my girlfriend?" He gave me a hopeful, soft and small smile. My eyes widened with shock, taking in the scene before me. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and I was sure I was as red as the bouquet he was holding. One more look at his soft-spoken, angelic features and and I stammered; "Wouldn't mind if I do" my words came out soft, breathless and heavy with emotion.
The crowd cheered and Jack embraced me in a bone-crushing hug, still holding the flowers, poster and chocolates. I breathed in his masculine scent; a mixture of expensive woody cologne, underlying with an earthy scent and fresh mint.
