She's my everything episode 2

She's My Everything?
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Chapter Two
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Laylah glanced over at the jock leaning against her locker.

She placed the books inside. It was her mission to read through a list of one hundred books by the end of the year.

So far, she was at seventy-five. Still twenty-five more to go and she was excited about reaching her target.

Every single year, she made a long list of achievements she wanted to work through.

Excelling at school was always at the top of the list. Losing weight another, which often ended in failure.

She had a few more, but as Blue smiled at her, she had to wonder what he was doing here.

“Are you meeting someone here?”

Who hung out at a locker just because of the color?

Made absolutely no sense to her, but whatever. She grabbed her English books and closed the door.

“Actually, I wanted to see you,” he said.

“You did?”

“Yeah, how do you feel about food?”

She frowned. “Is that a trick question?”

He ran his fingers through his hair and if she wasn’t mistaken, he looked nervous and kind of cute.

She couldn’t deny the cuteness oozing off him. It was … funny.

The few times she’d found herself glancing over at Blue, he’d always been cool, calm, and collected. She considered him the three Cs, but again, she never took all that much time thinking about him.

She wasn’t being cruel, she just didn’t see a reason to linger on a conversation that had no grounds.

Blue laughed. “Well, I happen to love pizza. What about you?”

“Who doesn’t love pizza?”

“You’re not helping me here,” he said.

“Blue, what the hell is going on?” she asked. This was the longest conversation they’d ever experienced.

Silence passed between them. Blue kept looking at her like he wanted to say something and still, she was none the wiser.

She glanced at her wrist, seeing she was running out of time. “I really got to go.”

“Go out with me,” he said.

This made her stop, nearly dropping her books. Surely, she’d heard wrong.

There was no way he was asking her to go out with him.

She chuckled. “Excuse me?”

“Go out with me. I know a great pizza place. Let me buy you some food.”

This wasn’t a joke. She glanced around to see they’d gained a bit of an audience.

“I have to go to class.” She spun on her heel, making her way toward English, hoping for some distance.

Of course, that wouldn’t happen. Nope. She and Blue had the exact same English class.

“Is that a yes or a no?” he asked.

She stopped and turned toward him.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Her two friends, Becky and John, had both told her they’d caught him staring at her.

She didn’t give herself time to dwell on it. What was the point?

He was the most popular guy in school, while she held her title of nerd proudly.

There were a few other insulting words people said to her, but she often ignored them as they weren’t worth her time.

It was how she got through school without crying.

Also, she’d discovered if she didn’t respond to anyone, they’d get bored and move on to another target.

Whenever she saw bullying happen, she did intervene because she couldn’t stand others to get hurt.

Blue grabbed her arm. “I’m talking to you, Laylah.”

“Yes, I know and I’m … dealing with that. I am.” She blew out a breath.

“I need to get to class, and I appreciate the offer I do, but no, thank you.”

Cringing at her response, she quickly ducked under his arm and entered English class, where John waited for her.

Becky had a different lesson this period. They tended to stick together.

Right now, there wasn’t exactly a whole lot of sticking. She sat down and kept her gaze away from the main door.

“What’s up with you?”

Glancing over at John, she forced a smile to her lips.

“Er, I’m not exactly sure.” She pinched her arm and winced.

John frowned. “You know that’s strange.”

“I think Blue Jones just asked me on a date.” She tried to whisper.

“Really?”

She stared at John as he started to look for Blue and she grabbed his arm, tugging him to focus on her.

“Stop that.”

“Oh, come on, this is way too good. You know that.”

“Stop it. You’re not funny.”

“He’s looking at you. I mean really looking at you, and the dude has this giant frown on his face. Wait a minute, you turned him down, didn’t you?”

She took a deep breath. “It’s not against the law to say no.”

“Have you seen that guy?”

“Yes, I’ve seen him.”

“Then you and I both know it should be a sin to deny him.”

“John, stop it.”

If he kept on going, she wasn’t going to be able to stop laughing.

“Babe, I’m a heterosexual and even I’d go out with the guy.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s some kind of joke.”

John looked toward Blue, and much to her surprise, he’d actually dropped down on the table behind her.

“I don’t think it’s a joke,” John said.

“Whose side are you on?” she asked.

“Your side, but if you’re being a royal pain in the arse, I’ve got to, you know, tell you.”

John cleared his throat and she turned to see him holding a note that clearly came from Blue.

She took the note.

Why won’t you go out with me?

She wrote back: There’s no law that says I have to.

She turned and slid the note back to him.

The teacher started the lesson and she expected that to be over.

Seconds passed.

John slid the note back to her.

Staring at it, she took a breath, and reached for it and opened it up.

There’s no law that says so but I promise you it’ll be a good time.

Rather than respond, she folded the note and continued to listen to the teacher.

Nothing good could come from dating Blue.

She knew of his reputation with the girls around this place, and the last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near it.
*****
Blue wasn’t used to fighting for a woman, but he didn’t mind Laylah being pessimistic about dating him.

“You got burned down,” Mitchell, his closest friend said.

“Don’t start. I didn’t get burned down.” He tossed the ball back to one of his teammates before heading to the water stand.

He grabbed a cup and filled it with water, then drank it all down in one gulp.

“Did you or did you not ask Laylah on a date and she said no?”

“She didn’t come out right and say no. She merely made her escape and ignored me throughout English and avoided me for the rest of the day.” He frowned. “Is it normal for babes to do that?"

Mitchell laughed. “I’ve never known a chick to run in the opposite direction. That’s news to me.”

“You’re not helping me at all. You know how much I like her.”

He crushed the cup in his hand and tossed it into the trash bin.

Their coach had already called time on practice today, but as always, they stayed behind to keep at the top of their game.
He was distracted today.

All he kept on doing was replaying what went down with Laylah. How could she not want him?

In all the scenarios that played in his head, her not wanting him wasn’t high on the list, and he was a little … no, a lot, put out.

Why didn’t she want him? He was a good catch.

“Maybe your reputation is a sticking point for her.”

He frowned as he looked at his friend who held his hands up.

“Don’t blame me. I’m not the one who, you know, screwed his way through the cheerleading squad, and had all of those cougars after you.”

Blue regretted telling his friend about the woman who taught him everything he knew.

“How could she know all of that?”

He glared at his friend and at that moment, he hated his reputation.

“Girls talk.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He looked toward the field and shook his head.

“I’m out. Talk to you later?”

“Sure thing.”

Mitchell waved at him as Blue headed toward the locker room.

He took a quick shower, changed into some sweats, grabbed his gym bag, and headed out toward his waiting car.

As he got there, he heard the unmistakable sound of a car refusing to turn over.

He glanced toward the sound and was surprised to see Laylah still at school.

She stopped trying to turn over the ignition and slammed her palm against the steering wheel.

“Come on, baby, one more,” she said, all but screaming.

After walking over to her car, he held his key out and knocked on the window.

He couldn’t help but smile as she had to wind down her window.

Her car had been a bit of a joke when she first arrived with it at school a year ago, but he saw the charm.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Need a ride?”

“Nope.” She grabbed her cell phone. “I’ll call the garage my father uses.” She put the cell to her ear.

He knew how busy the garage in town got and she’d have no choice but to leave the keys above the wheel and they’d grab it at some point, or they asked you to drop off the keys at the office on your way home.

He’d experienced car trouble before, and after listening to her conversation, he figured she had the same look.

“Great, just great. I can’t leave my key on the wheel.”

“No one is going to steal this piece of crap.”

“Don’t start,” she said. “This isn’t a piece of crap. It’s a damn good car.”

“Do I need to point out the obvious? It’s broken down.”

“And it’s the first time it has done it. Dad kept telling me to get it booked into the garage, but the wait is like two weeks.”

“So you haven’t gotten it checked over at all?”

She glared at him. “Why are you still here?”

“I had practice. Why are you still here?”

“I was studying.” She grabbed her bag and climbed out of the car. He watched her as she locked it.

“Thanks for coming over to see me.”

She tucked some hair behind her ear and turned away, about to leave. He admired her curvy ass before realizing she was walking away from him.

He cleared his throat. “I can give you a ride, you know. Drop you off at the garage to give them the keys and stuff like that.”

“Why would you do that?” she asked.

“I’m a nice guy.”

“I’m not going on a date with you.”

“I didn’t ask you again. You turned me down. It’s going to take a lot more than a ride to get me to go on a date with you.”

He hated the words the moment he said them, but he needed her to relax. That wasn’t going to happen if all she saw was the negative crap.

“Fine. You’re right. A ride would be great.”

She hiked her bag up onto her shoulder and she followed him across the parking lot to his car.

He opened the door for her, playing every part the gentleman.

As far as he was concerned, this was totally a date.

Laylah may not like it, but he was going to make sure by the end of it, he got a kiss, or something.

He was forever the optimist, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Climbing behind the wheel, he turned over his ignition, reminded her to wear a seatbelt, and took off, driving out of the school parking lot.

Not the best way to get a date, but he was a winner for a reason.
****
Laylah came out of the garage to find Blue standing beside his car, looking every single part the jock.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” she said.

“No problem. You want a ride home?”
“I don’t want to put you out.”

He ran fingers through his hair, and she was sure he was doing it on purpose to show off his amazing physique.

She couldn’t deny that he was hot in every single way.

“You’re not putting me out, but you know, the pizza place is on the way to your place.”

“I’m not going on a date with you.”

“I know that,” he said, laughing. “But come on, give a guy a break. I’m starving. I was training and it has been a long time since lunch and I don’t have any snacks on me. I’m hungry.” He pouted at her, and she shook her head.

“This isn’t a date,” she said.

“Absolutely not. No date. I promise I won’t even pretend it has the potential to be a date.” He held his hands up in surrender and she couldn’t help but feel hungry herself.

“Okay, fine. We’ll go for pizza.”

He clapped his hands.

“No date,” she said again.

“No date.” He put his fingers to his head and saluted her.

She rolled her eyes as she walked around the car, climbing into the passenger side.

“This sucks.” She’d been meaning to get her car serviced, but each time they wanted it for more than a day, she’d declined the available slot.

This kind of served her right. She should have just left her car.

“It’s just pizza,” Blue said.

“No, it’s not about the pizza. Sorry. I’m just thinking about getting to school.”

She didn’t mind walking, but she’d have to leave her home a little earlier. Again, not a problem at all.

“How about I pick you up?”

“It’s fine, Blue, I don’t want to put you out.”

“Babe, you don’t live that far from me. It’s not putting me out, not even for a second.”

She chuckled. “I don’t mind walking.”

“And when it’s pouring rain?”

She looked toward him. “I thought you were hungry.”

“I am, but I’m also going to make sure you don’t get sick or something. It’s important for you to stay fit and healthy.”

She stared at him. “You’re nothing like I’d expect.”

“Hopefully that’s a good thing.” He winked at her.

“I’m not sure.” She laughed. “Okay, fine. Food and you can pick me up each morning. I don’t like to be late, so please don’t make me.”

He clapped his hands together

. "You’re not going to regret it, I promise.”

He turned over the ignition but she didn’t have the heart to tell him she already regretted it.

He didn’t need to hear that.
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TO be continued.