Chapter Five

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                                   Chapter Five

“Ready to go?” Layla asks, popping up beside my locker.

“Sure thing,” I reply, starting to get used to her jumping out at me, “Let me get my Chem. binder.”

She nods and readjusts her bag as I pull out the last of what I needed for tonight. While I do so, she folds her arms across her chest and waits.

“Is something on your mind, Layla?” I ask, somewhat amused at her constant silence.

“Well!” A voice calls just as Layla opens her mouth to speak, “Look who we have here.”

We both turn and see Ashley and Chase jogging from the far end of the hallway to the lockers next to mine. She flashes me a devious wink and puts an arm around my shoulder when she finally reaches where Layla and I stand.

“Ashley—“ I warn, instantly catching on.

“Who knew your sister could be a bad ass.” She hints to Layla, a grin plastered on her face.

Layla stands up straight and unfolds her arms, “Oh, do tell.”

“She punched Travis Emmons in the face today.” Ashley states, shaking her head at the memory.

I roll my eyes and shift on my feet as Layla and Chase stare at me with incredulous expressions.

“Whoa, I didn’t see that coming.” He says once he finally recovers from shock.

A laugh escapes my lips and I shrug, “Neither did I.”

“Eh,” Layla adds in with a shrug, “Now that I think of it, it doesn’t surprise me.”

“I’m sure I spoke for everyone,” I say, shutting my locker closed.

“You keep telling yourself that,” Ashley jokes, starting to back up as I do so.

I roll my eyes and turn to walk towards the door, “Bye guys,”

“See you tomorrow.” Chase calls out as Ashley giggles.

“See ya’ kids!” Layla calls as she runs to catch up with me while I push the front door open.

I flash her a strange look once we’re walking outside, “Kids?”

Travis Emmons?” She shoots back, a knowing smirk on her face.

I roll my eyes and groan internally before saying, “Oh shut it.”

She chuckles, throwing her head. As she does so, she mumbles ‘only you’ and then jumbles in her bag for the car keys.

This time, I let a chuckle go and hop in, not even bothering to look back as Layla starts to drive forward.

I sigh and rest my head on the window, my hair whipping in the breeze.

"Everyone is telling me he's bad, but has he done?"

Layla's focus is fixated on the road, but I can tell from her discomfort that there's something there.

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