She’s my everything - S01 E16

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She’s my everything - S01 E16

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

“You know he could be doing it to fvck you,” Becky said later that same day in their biology class.

“Ignore her. We all know he’s not the kind of guy to try to use wanting a date to get a girl to fall into his bed,” John said.

“You think he’s being serious about his feelings?”

“He hasn’t given you a single reason to doubt him, has he?”

“No.”

“Then I’d trust him. There’s nothing wrong with allowing yourself to enjoy this, Laylah. When was the last time you just enjoyed yourself?”

“There’s school and a lot of stuff.”

“You’ve forgotten what it means to have fun, and we haven’t been much help.”

John playfully slapped Becky’s arm.

“Ouch, why is it our fault?”

“I’m interested in my girlfriend, and you’re more interested in peaceful protest.”

“Don’t,” Laylah said. “You do not under any circumstances need to blame yourselves at all.”

There was a knock at the door. Someone from the main reception came in with a note and left immediately.

The teacher opened it up and looked across the classroom. “Laylah, you’re needed in reception.”

She frowned. Grabbing her bag, she stuffed her closed books into the bag and left the classroom.

Walking down the hallway, she wondered what she’d done.

She’d always been an exemplary student, so being called to the office was just … strange. She was a d--n good person.

All of sudden, her hand was tugged. In the next second, she was pulled into the boys’ bathroom.

“Blue,” she said, laughing.

He pressed her up against the door.

“I need to go to the office.”

“No, you don’t. That was all Okayme.” He slammed his lips down on hers and she moaned.

Dropping her bag, she cupped his face and kissed him back with a fiery passion.

Breaking from the kiss, she put her hands on his chest. “Wait a minute? How did you do that?”

“I was owed a favor, and I couldn’t stand not seeing you.”

“We saw each other less than an hour ago.”

“Yeah, and it felt like too much. I’m thinking of transferring biology classes. My grades have been impressive of late, and I can convince the teacher to transfer me.”

“Blue, please.”

“Too much?”

“Just a little.”

“You’re going to have to get used to it.” He kissed her harder, pressing his body against her.

“Do you want to skip class?”

“What part of my mom hating you don’t you get?”

“She won’t hate me for long.”

“She will if you keep on encouraging her only daughter to skip class.”

“Oh, that, I’m a good influence, I promise.”

He kissed her again and she lost herself in the pleasure of his kiss.

The way he touched her, the feel of his lips, it was all fighting against her strength to deny him. In all of her years, she’d never once skipped class. What would it be like to do it just once?

Licking her lips, she smiled at him. “Let’s go.”

“What?”

“I’ve never skipped class before.”

He groaned. “Another first?”

“You’re going to find out I’m a boring person.” She grabbed his hand and tugged the door open.