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talk later.”
I could tell he wanted to push the matter but he, too, knew we couldn’t really discuss this right now. So instead, he walked back to his desk and sat down, waiting for the rest of the students to show up.
There were three students who came and they all seemed to be pissed they were here. I noticed two of them were from the tussle this morning, cheering and chanting the two girls who no doubt got suspended. Boys, I thought. I didn’t really recognize the girl. She had her ear buds in to mute the already silent classroom.
Sighing, I checked my phone to pass the time. There were six missed messages. I swore internally for forgetting to tell my father I’d be late coming home.
But when I checked the messages they weren’t from my father. They were from Devin. They all consisted of I’m sorry’s and please forgive me’s.
I looked up casually to look at Devin and noticed he was already staring at me. He looked down slowly.
My phone lit in the dark desk and behold, yet another text from Devin.
I sighed mentally, knowing I’d have to talk to him sooner or later. I picked later when I wasn’t liable to cry in front of these three students.
Putting my phone back in my jacket pocket and laying my head down on my book bag, I tried my best to fall asleep.
Devin sighed. “This is really inconvenient.”
His voice was loud in the silent room even though he only whispered it.
We all looked at him but he was making a point not to look at me.
“Detention is over. I don’t have the time to sit here and do nothing so you all are free to go.”
The two boys laughed and the girl put the bud she had taken out back in her ear.
“Just sign this sheet saying you were here and put four thirty under the time.”
The three of them got up and walked over to his desk while I took my sweet time picking up my bag.
Unlike them, I knew why he was letting us go early. He wanted to settle this right now and he couldn’t do that with them in the room.
Before they could walk out the room I said, “Mr. Simmons can you go over the homework assignment with me again. I’m sorry, I didn’t understand.”
I didn’t want anyone getting suspicious about why I was leaving so late.
He nodded while the others left.
After I signed the sheet he waited for a minute or two before checking the hallway and making sure no one was passing.
When he closed the door I opened my mouth to speak, though before I could get anything out he crossed the distance and took hold of my face in both hands and touched his lips to mine gently.
It took me off guard and before I knew it, I was kissing him back.
His hands slowing slid from my face to my neck and then my shoulders then finally making their way down to the middle of my back, pressing me closer and deepening our kiss.
He pulled back with a smile. “That wasn’t the kiss of someone who wanted to end things.”
I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped my lips. I couldn’t deny the way he made me feel either. When he kissed me, my body tingled but when Jack kissed me it just made me happy. Yes, I liked Jack but was I falling in love with Devin?
Kissing him once more, I tested my theory. He smiled against my lips, nipping at my lower playfully.
I pulled back and sighed, looking at his chest. When I looked up again he wore a face of confusion, not liking my sigh.
“I…this just isn’t right,” I said in a rush. “I can’t do this to Jack. Every time I blink I see his face, those sad eyes.”
He nodded. “I have a solution for that.” Now I stared at him in confusion. “Dump him. Break up with him and just…be with me.”
“I can’t do that. That would really break his heart.”
“Would you care?”
“Yes!” I whispered fiercely. “I’m human. I have sympathy.”
“Then show some sympathy for my feelings towards you.” He brought his hands to my arms, bringing me just a little closer. “Understand that I too have feelings for you. Strong feelings. Do you really believe I would’ve taken this risk if I didn’t feel something for you?”
“So, I’m not just some hot booty call.” I joked.
He didn’t too much care for my joke because his eyes went stern and serious.
“No, Layla. You are so much more than that to me.”
“That made my stomach flutter and my heart beat rapidly. He did care about me. I smiled as a deep blush rose to my cheeks. I seemed to be blushing a lot more around him than I usually did.
He seemed to enjoy my bodies reaction because he smiled too, kissing me once more.
My phone vibrated in my pocket but I didn’t answer. I was a bit busy at the moment. When it vibrated again I sighed and pulled away from Devin.
“It’s probably my father.” I shrugged.
“Then you better answer.” I stepped back and until then I hadn’t realized how his desk was cutting into my bottom.
I let the phone go to voicemail again, figuring I’d just call him when I got home if he wasn’t already there.
“So…are we okay?” He asked after a moment.
I hesitated. Were we “okay”? He’d said he’d cared about me. I mean, it wasn’t the same as him saying he loved me but he had to feel something for me if he was taking such a huge risk. And did I love him? How could I? I’d only known him a little less than a month. During wchich time I realized all the little signs he had been dropping. But still, that wasn’t much time to get to know a person enough to love them. Was it?
We were both taking risks here. Major risks that could get us into a lot of trouble. That had to mean something. It had to.
My thoughts were spiraling out of control and I didn’t quite like where they were headed.
So before I could tell myself things were going to end badly, I smiled and nodded meekly.
He liked this and kissed me fiercely, taking my breath away. When he released me my legs felt weak and I had forgotten what I had been thinking.
“I, uh…I gotta go home.” I laughed nervously.
He caressed my cheek lightly as he nodded. “Go, home Layla. Can I…call you tonight?”
“Um, sure. Yeah.” I tried my best to hold onto my smile but of course, that wasn’t possible. I just felt…I was always just so happy when he was around. He made me happy. He made me feel…confident and sexy and… I don’t know. He just made me feel blissful.
“Good.” He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted my face upward so he could brush his lips against mine. “You are so beautiful.”
I blushed and looked away.
The vibrating in my pocket told me I had to go now before my father popped a blood vessel.
Devin chuckled low and sexy and it nearly took my breath away. He stepped back and went to the other side of his desk.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I picked up my fallen bag and headed for the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Layla. Devin said making me look back. I smiled and waved as I left the room. As I turned from closing the door I nearly bumped into Mr. Miller.
“Ms. Bungah? What are you doing here this late?” He asked, face a little concerned.
“I needed to ask Mr. Simmons a question about my essay.” I lied. “I didn’t quite understand the subject.”
He nodded slowly after looking at me curiously. “Are you the only student in there?”
“Yes?” I asked curiously.
“Why was the door closed?”
I didn’t like were these questions were going.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to asking for help so I closed it. I was a little embarrassed. I didn’t want anyone knowing I needed help.” I gave my best weak yet innocent smiled I could manage.
He nodded again. “Well next time keep the door open. We don’t want people getting the wrong idea, now do we? Teachers aren’t supposed to have one on one tutoring with our students with the door closed.”
“No sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” That was a lie. I felt a little uncomfortable as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. “Won’t happen again. I’ve got to go my father’s waiting.”
He let me pass with ease but I couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty for lying to him. I was lying to everyone lately. I guess I’d just have to get used to that.

Chapter Eleven
“Where were you?” My father drilled as soon as I got in the door.
“Detention.”
His words became choked. “D-detention? Why? What for?”
“Relax papa. I was late to class and a teacher thought I was trying to skip it.”
“Were you trying to skip it?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
“God, no, papa. Coach Murphy had us running laps outside today and…I don’t know time seemed to get away from me while I was in the shower. The next thing I know it was like ten minutes after class time.”
“Did you not hear the bell?”
I shook my head. “But the teacher let us off early. She said she had a conference to go to and couldn’t stay.” There was no point in even mentioning it was a man. I didn’t want him figuring out it was Devin.
“Then why are you home late?”
“Traffic. There was a bad accident on the highway. By time I realized, it was too late and I was stuck behind a mess of cars.”
That wasn’t a lie. There had been traffic due to an accident on the freeway making me late.
He nodded taking my word for it. If I was lying he’d no doubt see it on the five o’clock news.
“You got homework?” He asked going to the kitchen.
“Hmm, yeah, but just to read. I need to read a few pages for a report that’s due.”
“When?”
“When what?”
“When is it due, Layla?”
“Oh, uh, I don’t ‘member.” He knew how much I hated doing book reports. Essays, okay good. Research papers bring it on but book reports were the worst. I felt like it was just busy work provided by the teacher so they didn’t have to grade papers for a while. “A month maybe.”
“Layla,” he warned.
“Alright, okay. I think it’s due Friday after next.”
“Then you better get to work.” He smiled. My father liked for me to finish my work early so I wouldn’t forget to do it. Or so nothing would come up and I would have another excuse not to do it.
“But papa-”
“No buts Layla. You love to read. Why are you pushing this off?”
“It’s for agriculture.”
“You love animals.” He countered.
I sighed, groaning internally. He wasn’t going to let me out of this. I knew I had to do it, I just didn’t want to do it right now. I didn’t my best work the night before. So I tried distraction.
“What’s for dinner, papa?”
The change of subject took him off guard just as I planned though instead of him telling me what it was he stared at me for a moment.
“Go do your homework.” He smiled.
Crap, I thought. That normally worked.
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “I’m going, I’m going.”
Leaving him, I went up