TROUBLE

Chapter 2

Layla's POV

I hate that I know virtually no one in my home room class other than Eric. Four and Tris have a different home room from me so I won't even see them until we have chemistry together, which is the next three periods away.

Sleepy students pile in one by one as the clock closes in on 8:30. My seat is close to the back of the room so nobody even sits close by until a heard of football players tumbles in.

I shove my nose into a book I'm reading and keep my head down, praying that today Eric will leave me alone. A tall boy, who I know as Kayden and also a tight end for the football team takes the empty seat to my left. He's usually pretty quiet in class.

Jordan, another football player, takes the seat in front of me. And finally, his majesty Eric, walks in. I try not to look up at him but for just a second my eyes glance at his coming approach. Big mistake. He sees me look at him and an evil smirk spreads across his face. Uh oh.

As he passes me, he slams his hand down on my desk. Everyone in the class room turns around and looks at us. My cheeks heat up. Eric leans down, his lips almost skimming over my cheek.

"Morning, Gracie." He says, sweetly. But it's not sweet because this is Eric.

I inwardly cringe at the name. Gracie is my middle name and the name everyone used to call me when I was little. That was okay when I was eight and it was still kinda cute but not anymore. The only person that still calls me that is my grandmother and I don't mind it coming from her but from Eric it's just annoying.

He takes his seat behind me and I can feel him prop up his feet on the book shelf under my desk. Another thing that he knows annoys me.

Our homeroom teacher Mrs. Samuals walks in finally and greets the class. We don't actually do anything in here except take attendance and listen to morning announcements. At nine, we're released to go.

As she takes attendance, I continue to read. I'm actually surprised Eric has said nothing else to me. Usually at this point, he's become a full blown nuisance. Just when I get my hopes  of having a better morning, I feel the tip of a pencil tracing patterns on my back. Why did I wear a sundress?????

Eric leans up to where his head almost pears over my shoulder. "What ya reading there?"

I lean my head farther towards my book to get away from him. He's apparently amused by the action because he shoves my desk forward with his foot. My desk slams into Jordan's making him turn around and look at me.

"Yeah, I don't want to be close to a conservative bitch anyway." Eric says, sarcastically.

That ones new. Eric has never called me names before. He's been mean but not like that. I take a chance and glance back at him in utter surprise.

His face is emotionless but his eyes are angry. I turn back around and close my book. The morning announcements are nearly over now. A thought pops into my head as I wait to be dismissed.

I swallow hard and look back in Eric's direction. He stares at me. I lick my lips before cocking a smile.

"I could tell on you, ya know? I could tell my dad. I don't think he would be pleased to hear that one of his star players is harassing his daughter." My voice sounds confident and I'm actually surprised by it.

The bell suddenly rings and I stand along with the rest of the class. Kayden scootches past me and glances back at Eric who is still sitting in his seat glaring up at me. I shrug my shoulders at him and pick up my closed book.

But I can't leave, because the next thing I know, Eric grabs onto my hand forcefully and pulls me down into his lap. I almost smack my forehead into his. He still seems angry.

I try to stand but his left arm locks over my thighs. I breath short and rapid breathes as I stare into his dark blue eyes.

"Don't threaten me, Gracie." He growls at me. Why is it, that even when he's mad, him calling me that causes for butterflies  to flutter around in my stomach?? I guess it reminds me  of all the times he used to call me that. Back when he was just a little kid with me.

I realize that the hand that he pulled me down with is now resting on the center of his chest. And I can smell the scent of cologne. I hate myself for inhaling it.

He shoves me off of him and my feet race to the door without my mind even thinking about it.

I don't look back. I just continue to walk to my next class, hoping that trouble isn't following close behind.

2 updates in one day because I was feeling inspired. I'm really liking writing this story. What do you guys think so far?? Comment and Vote!