Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9
To help her along, he grabbed her hip, and in front of the entire corridor of people, he slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her.
It wasn’t how he’d hoped to have their first kiss, but for now, it was going to have to do.
Tracing his tongue across her lips, he waited for her to open and the moment she did, he plunged inside, hearing her moan.
It was quiet at first but deepened as he sank his fingers into her hair.
All of a sudden, the kiss that shouldn’t have been changed.
She pushed him away hard. Right there in front of everyone, she slapped him across the face and stormed away.
He was left speechless as he admired her arse on the walk away.
What the fvck had he done?
He’d felt her submission. She’d wanted his kiss and he wasn’t going to allow her to deny it.
He’d fvcking felt it.
Blue touched his cheek as Becky and John came toward him.
“That wasn’t a good move, slick,” Becky said.
“Don’t worry. She hates everyone, and well, Laylah, she doesn’t exactly trust easy.” John slapped him on the shoulder, much in the same way he’d done with Mitchell, and they both left.
Seconds later, Mitchell was at his side, laughing his arse off.
“I’m sorry, but come on. This is going to be all around the school. How can you not find it fvcking hilarious? The town hero can’t get the girl of his dreams and she slugs him right in front of everyone.”
Again, more laughter.
To everyone, Laylah had rejected him, but he’d felt it. She’d enjoyed his kiss to begin with and then changed her mind.
He didn’t know why she had, but he wasn’t put off.
No, he was intrigued, and what was more, he knew he was going to kiss her again, because it was the best fvcking kiss of his life.
“I can’t believe I slapped him,” Laylah said.
She was outside for lunch with John and Becky. They’d opted for the warmth instead of the constant staring inside the cafeteria.
Everywhere she went today, people pointed and whispered. She hated it.
She’d never been the kind of person who craved attention and yet, here she was, getting it.
Blue had kissed her.
Really kissed her in front of everyone at school, and it was crazy how she’d responded. No one seemed to know that.
Her lips, even now after a few hours, tingled. She resisted the urge to touch them and instead drank some of her milkshake.
The pizza on her tray was unappealing compared to the one she’d shared with Blue just last night. She had to stop thinking about him.
“It was fvcking epic,” John said. “I don’t think I’ve seen any girl slap him or reject him.”
“The cheerleading squad is going to be after you, babe,” Becky said. “You know he’s a man w---e, right?”
John snorted. “Please, there’s no way all those rumors are true.”
“Please tell me we’re just talking about him s------g with the entire team and not anything else?” Laylah asked.
“You might want to wash your mouth out,” Becky said. “I heard he’s a player of the highest order. We’re talking lots of women. Even a cougar or something.”
She shrugged. “Girls talk in the locker room and the squad has a whole host of things to say.”
“Great, just great.” Laylah dropped her head into her hands. “This is bad, isn’t it?”
“Define bad?” Becky asked.
“Like, I’m going to get a lot of boos or the cheer squad is going to do something nasty to my locker.”
She didn’t even want to think of everything they could do, and she covered her face, not wishing to talk about it.
“Or, you could be in for an even bigger surprise as the man himself is heading this way,” John said.
“Wait? What?” Laylah looked behind her and sure enough, Blue was heading in their direction.
She expected him to go elsewhere, but no, he dropped his tray onto this table.
“Hey, people,” Blue said. “Did I miss much?”
He sat close to her, picking up his burger and taking a large bite.
She checked his face to see if there was any kind of handprint and nope, there was nothing.
She didn’t know if she should breathe a sigh of relief or be a little disappointed.
“We’re just talking about your many conquests.”
“Becky!” She tried to kick her friend under the bench but she ended up getting John, who glared at her. “Sorry.”
“I don’t kiss and tell.” Blue took a fry this time.
“So you haven’t screwed your way through the cheer squad?”
Laylah watched him, but he didn’t give much away.
“Again, I don’t kiss and tell.”
This time Becky snorted. “Oh, please. I bet you go off and tell all of your football buddies. You probably even rate them.”
“If that things happens, I don’t know about it. I don’t rate anyone.”
Silence fell on the table. Laylah had already lost her appetite.
“You may as well come clean. If any of the cheery girls think they’ve got a chance, you ever thought they might turn on Laylah?” Becky shrugged. “We’re going to be the ones to pick up the pieces while you have your fun. Typical male.”
“You know what, I think I’m done right now.” Laylah grabbed her tray and left the bench.
She was done with the name-calling, the pointing, and the whispering.
Rather than wait as Blue called her name, she kept on walking, heading for her locker.
“Laylah, wait,” he said. He caught up to her, grabbing her arm.
She pulled away. “Look, I don’t know what the fvck is going on with you or with this. I don’t even know what’s going on in your crazy mind, and the truth is, I don’t think I ever want to know, but … I…”
She couldn’t think of what she was trying to actually say. Instead, she shook her head and made her way out the front door.
Blue wasn’t easily defeated. “Yes,” he said.
She stopped and turned toward him.
“I fvcked the cheer squad. Those aren’t my finest moments. Most of the rumors about me are true. I’ve slept with married women, and all that crap.”
“You don’t have to tell me this.”
“But I do.” He stepped toward her.
In the back of her mind, she was screaming at herself to turn and run, but she kept herself grounded, watching him.
“You know I want to go out with you. This is no joke and I’m not looking to add to my list. I want you, Laylah. No doubt about it, but you’re not like anyone else. From the moment I realized I wanted you, I haven’t been with anyone else. There will never be anyone else.” He cupped her face. “I want you.”
“This is crazy. You don’t even know me.”
“But I want to. When I say I can’t stop thinking about you, I’m not kidding. I want you, Laylah. Just tell me what I need to do to get you to see it.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head. “I don’t know.” She pulled away from him. “Leave me alone.”
She turned away, swiping at the tears that for some odd reason were spilling down her cheeks. She didn’t understand these feelings.
Blue did as she’d asked. He didn’t chase after her, and she was thankful.
She’d never felt this way around a guy at school. Blue with his reputation and everything that he was, the jock, the town hero.
She didn’t think she could trust him. He’d been with so many other girls, and in comparison, she was nothing.
This was why she avoided dating in high school. There was just way too much drama.
TO be continued