248Sometimes, I honestly thought of killing Layla. God knows I love her, but she is annoying as hell. I mean truly why in the universe would she ever make me talk to him again? Again?! And the funny thing about this was the fact that she probably knew that I would still lover her for it. Damn her and her crazy ideas.
"Why must I talk to him again?" I begged Layla.
She gave me 'the look', "Because, if you don't I'll just find other ways to torture you. And I promise you that they will be worse then this one."
Geesh, I didn't know that she had an evil side, she just doesn't seem like the type. I couldn't and didn't even want to imagine what possible torture Layla could summon for me. I just knew that it would be horrible.
"Your mean," Was the best comeback I could think of.
She smiled, "Yes, I know I am, " She replied giving me a wink, "But you love me anyway!"
I shook me head, "Damn, that's right. What would you do if I hated you?" I challenged her.
Her eyes filled with fake tears, but looking realistic, "I-I-I- I would cry! I would become a mean grump old hermit and never see the light of day again!"
I laughed, "Okay, please. Enough with the dramatics."
"BUt I was serious," She gave me the honest eyes, and had one of the most serious looks on her face I have ever seen.
"No you weren't."
"Yes. I. Was. Why would you cause me such pain?!" She wailed helplessly.
"Please, Layla. Get a life. You are my best friend, you know that." I told her, my green eyes meeting her sorrow filled ones. "Oh, and I am serious about the whole get a life thing."
"Fine, fine. But you are still talking to Mr. Michaels."
Now, it was my time to wail ,"Nooo..." I wailed, "Please, don't. That's a fate worse then death!"
"Too damn bad. Now, after classs go and talk to him, and I will make sure you do. I'll even come with you." My gosh, she was really dead set on making me talk to him. I wonder why, was it jsut fr sure pleasure of seeing me make a fool of my self, or because she had other ideas in mind? I wonder...
RIIIINNNNGGGG, the bell rang. Wow, that class went by abnormally fast. I tried to run out of the room before Layla could catch me, but I wasn't fast enough. She grabbed my arm, and yanked me behind her. My God, her nails are sharp!
"Lays, I gotta go to my locker," I said to her, hoping she would let me go to make a quick escape.
"Okay, let's go. " She replied, a smirk upon her pale pink lips.
We turned the corner, and one of my worst nightmare's stood next to my locker. You guessed it: Hayden Michaels. "Shit," I muttered under my breath.
"Yay! Now we don't have to go searching for him!" Layla said excitedly. This wasn't good at all, not at all.
She dragged me up to my locker, and I didn't even bother to look up. "Move," I told Hayden as politely as one could in this situation.
"Make me," He replied with a childish grin.
This time, I had to look up. And I got caught in the dream catcher of his eyes. Snap out of it, I told myself. "You are such a child. Now. Move. I need to get to my locker!" I said through gritted teeth.
Why oh why does he have to be such a royal pain in the ass?! Oh, yeah, because he's the almighty Hayden Michaels. There for, he can do anything he wishes or pleases to because he's a god. Ha, not.
" I am a child. And children just want simple things. All I want to do is talk to you, Sexy Kexy," Hayden flashed me one of his famous smiles. Which almost made me melt. Almost.
"First of all, don't call me Sexy Kexy. I hope you remember what happened last time. And Secondly, have you ever thought that the world doesn't worship you? And maybe some people don't fawn at your feet? And that I don't want to talk to you? Ever?" Now, I was going off. I'll have to admit I felt slightly bad about it, but he had it coming! I swear!
I left Hayden speechless, his eyes were casted towards the ground, his cocky smile was gone, and his cheeks were a tad bit flushed. Yes! I won! I bet the almighty Hayden Michaels! I succeed, or so I thought that is until he went at it again.
"I know the world doesn't fawn at my feet. I know people don't worship me. And I never said that you had to talk to me, but you did anyway. You could have just walked away." He smirked, proud of his remark.
"As you might recall, I tried to walk away. But then I tripped, and you took my bag. My bag. Not your bag, mine. I tried not to talk to you but your so damn irritating!" My breath came in quick gasps because of my long speech.
"I took your bag so you would talk to me-"
"Exactly! I didn't want to talk to you! I wanted my bag back!"
He frowned, "Let me finish. I took your bag because I wanted to meet you, I wanted to get to know you. Is there any problem in that?"
I was speechless, for the first time ever. I was speechless. Me! I didn't want to seem stupid, so I had to say something, "Well, I guess not. But that does not mean, under any circumstances, that I wanted to get to know you. You are a overnight prep. Popular, charismatic, annoying, athletic, handsome-"
"Did you just call me handsome?" He said with a suggestive wiggle of his eye brows.
Wait- I did just call him handsome. Oh My Lord. What in the world was I thinking, "No! Well... maybe... but that doesn't mean that I like you or anything! It just that in order to be a prep you have to be at least some what good looking."
"Well, well, well. I just got a compliment from KExy Stone!"
I felt my cheeks grow warm, "No! It wasn't a compliment!"
"Yes, it was."
"No, it was not."
"Kex, we gotta go to class," Layla said. I completely forgot that she was there, and boy did she look happy. There was a tight knowing smile on her lips that made me shutter.
"Okay, let's go." I said, dashing off.
"Bye, Kexy!" Hayden called behind me. He called me Kexy. Just Kexy!
"Bye?" I laughed and ran off. What just happened? I was being nice to Hayden Michaels, what was I thinking? I am so stupid!
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