Come Running [Season 1 Completed]

Chapter 7

After the professor left, he couldn't help but wish with all his heart to get paired with Jayla. From the little he's known about her, he loved her personality and wanted to know more about her- she intrigued him.

That expression of shock mixed with anger was all the confirmation he needed. He couldn't help but smirk. His wink disgusted her even more and he was thrilled.

After school, she walked up to him.
"22nd street. Edmonton building. 17th floor." and was walking away when he disclosed.
"I'm not coming."
She froze
"I'm not coming Jayla."
She turned.
"What do you mean you're not coming?" She questioned aghast.
He just walked away. She ran after him.
"I'm talking to you, Mister. What do you mean you're not coming? This group assignment would form a part of our assessment. Are you even listening to me? Hey! I'm talking to you.... Earth to Kaiden... I-
"46th Street. Kingston building. 15th floor." And just like that he left her totally worn out.

'He's going to be the death of me.' Jayla muttered under her breath.

After class the next day, she made her way quickly to her apartment. Carrie got her license yesterday so she won't have to worry about picking her up.

At home, she had a quick shower and started getting ready. She picked a lilac flare sleeve top over a white capri, grabbed some snacks and drove off to Kingston building, 46th street.

She rang the door bell when she got there. The door open seconds later but she wasn't prepared for what she saw.

Bare chested, only in sweat pants, her knight stood glorious as ever. His perfectly sculptured body and well toned arms were in full glow.
'... and lead us not into temptation...' she kept repeating in her head.

"Put on a shirt." She said as she walked in and made herself comfortable on the couch.
"This is my apartment petal."
"You have thirty seconds to grab a shirt else this ain't happening." She uttered looking at her watch.
"Oh I can think of a lot of things we co-
"Don't you dare complete that sentence! Now get dressed or I leave."
"Fine! You're such a killjoy." He voiced as he grabbed a loose tank top that lay on the couch. She feigned disgust.

They spent hours researching and compounding their work. At that rate, it could take them at least a week to complete the assignment- that meant one whole week doing nothing.

Kaiden noticed how heavy eyed Jayla had become so suggested making coffee.
When he got there with the coffee, she was already fast asleep.

He couldn't help but get lost watching her sleep. A flicker of warmth imbued his heart.
He didn't mind staying in this position for hours but it was getting dark, she had to head home. But that proved futile.

He tried effortlessly to wake her. She would just not budge.
'Even stubborn in her sleep.... pure Jayla fashion.' He thought to himself. He pulled a blanket over her and let her sleep.

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Next day
Screams yanked him out of his peaceful slumber. He raced to where Jayla was.
"Are you o-
"What am I still doing in your apartment!?" She yelled at him.
"I bet you drove over to your apartment in your dreams yesterday."
"Not funny. You drugged me, didn't you? I can't believe this! Did you-
"Jeez... don't you think you'll be in lesser clothes than you're in now?..."
He tried to stay calm but he was getting mad.

"I know what I said yesterday but if you think I'm so into you that I'll drug you to have you then you're wrong.... Shut the door when you leave." He spat out those words with pure repugnance and left for his bedroom.

'How dare she think he'll be capable of even touching a strand of her hair let alone drug and rape her?' He felt his blood boil in fury as he got ready.

She drove in silence, her thoughts consuming her.
She didn't mean to accuse Kaiden of something like that but what was she supposed to do when she woke up in a guy's apartment, none other than Boston's renown playboy, Kaiden Torres? She panicked.

Just great. Now things are going to be way messier with him.

'Why, God, did you pair me up with him for this assignment? I'm surely getting an F for this.'