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I tried to pull away from him but he held me close. “If he knows you know he’ll tell Principal Stubbs about us.”
“Let him tell, if it means I can kick his ass then I don’t care.” He growled.
“You don’t mean that.” I whispered. He couldn’t. If he did then that meant he didn’t care what happened to us. If Miller told, we’d be separated.
He realized his words and back peddled. “We will figure this out. I promise.”
“You can’t tell him.” I murmured. “He knows, you just can’t.”
“I know, Layla. I know.” He stroked my hair. “I’m sorry you have to go through this.”
Little did he know I’d go through a lot worse for him.
The sound of someone pulling into the driveway made us break apart.
“Your father?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” I said frantically. The only way out was the front door and with someone about to enter it, we were screwed. There were the windows but he’d never make it out in time. Or without being seen. “My room, now. You can climb down from my window once it’s clear.”
He kissed me deeply then ran upstairs. I fixed my towel and prepared for whoever entered. I was thankful it was Rebecca who walked through the door and not my father. That is, until she spoke.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She seemed a little shocked at my attire. “Why are you in a towel?”
“I, uh, just got out the shower not too long ago.”
“Well, go get dressed,” she said pushing past me. “God, come home and you’re walking around the house naked.”
I rolled my eyes and went up to my room. I had been expecting Devin to be gone but when I opened my door he was sitting on my bed looking through my poetry book.
I gasped loudly before I could help myself.
“What?!” Rebecca screamed from the bottom of the stairs. “What happened?!”
“Nothing! Uh, just a spider!” I glared at Devin.
I could hear her mumbling something but I had closed my door, not really caring. I took the book from his hands and stuffed it back under the pillow it had come from.
I pointed to the window and he shook his head. He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me onto his lap. He stared at me for a moment which made a light blush color my cheeks.
“I love you.” He whispered into my ear.
I placed my arms around his neck. “I love you, too.”
“You don’t know how much I care for you.”
I didn’t like the way he was talking. Like he had to tell me this; almost like we’d never see each other again.
I did my best to smile. “I know. Trust me, I know.”
He kissed me deeply and hungrily, like he never wanted to part. When I pulled back for air his mouth slid to my neck.
“Wait, stop,” I said a little out of breath.
He kissed me once more but stopped to gaze at me adoringly. “I’m going to miss that.”
“Why?!” I snapped angrily. I tried my best to keep my voice down. “You are not going anywhere.”
“Layla, if I do-”
“No,” I said getting off his lap. I crossed my arms and turned away from him. My eyes burned with tears I didn’t dare shed. They weren’t sad tears, they were angry tears. When I turned back I did my best to scowl. “He will not ruin this. You will stop talking like you’re never going to see me again.”
My words were angry but he smiled.
“I love when you take charge.” He whispered standing and gliding his hands through my hair. He placed a small kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.” I snapped. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Didn’t I? I could resist you. If I had been able to keep it in my pants, none of this would be happening.”
“I doubt that.”
He looked at me curiously.
“It would’ve happened eventually. I couldn’t deny the way I felt when you were around.”
His smile widened, then he kissed me deeply. When he pulled back my head swam.
“I, um, I need to get dressed.”
I could vaguely hear Rebecca running a shower and I knew this was the most privacy we were going to have.
He released me and sat on my bed. His eyes never left me as I picked out a tank top and sweats to sleep in, or as I lost the towel and changed. He stayed seated though stiffened a bit when I lost the towel.
The bruising wasn’t nearly as bad as it looked. Yes, they were still a bit sore but Devin had left worse.
He laid back and rested his head on one of my many pillows. His arms opened and I laid within them.
“Why won’t you let me read your poetry?” He asked after a moment.
I shrugged.
“Can I read one now?”
I shook my head.
“Why?” He let out a breathy laugh.
I looked toward my door and strained my ears. Rebecca was still in the shower, but she wouldn’t stay that way all night. I looked for my remote and turned the television on. At least a little noise would mask his deep voice.
“The stuff I write…it’s a little dark.”
He smiled. “Just one?”
He made his bottom lip quiver, making me laugh a little.
“Fine.” I pulled the book from under his head and gave it to him. “But you pick.”
He nodded, opening the book to where my red ribbon bookmark was. I didn’t remember my last poem, I’d written it a while ago, but the change in his face said it saddened him. Then his face changed to amused.
“Do you really feel this way?” he asked, looking at me over the book.
I wasn’t sure. I took the book from his hands and read the title. No Longer a Child.
I smiled as I shrugged.
He placed a kiss on my forehead. “Can I read another?”
“No,” I said quickly. It had been sheer luck he’d picked that one. At least that one hadn’t talked about death.
“Layla!” I heard Rebecca shout from the bottom of the stairs.
I jumped from his arms and dashed out the door.
“Yeah,” I asked a little out of breath.
“You’re father should be home soon. He’s bringing dinner. Chinese food.”
“Okay.” With Devin here I’d regained my appetite.
She left and I went back to my room.
“Hope you like Chinese food,” I whispered once I was back in his arms.
He nodded.

This is the very reason I made the story Forbidden Fantasy. I just thought the poem was so good that it needed a story behind it, I never imagined Devin's and Layla's story would be so friggen complicated.

Just A Child

If I’m just a child

Why do you expect so much from me?

If I’m just a child

Why do you please me so blindingly?

You push me away

then pull me back roughly

And kiss my neck gently

As you whisper you love me

Place me on your desk

Hike up my skirt

But in the halls

You expect me not to flirt

When we’re alone

You tell me I’m lovely

When I text your phone

You say you cant live without me

We both know this is wrong

And you’ve acted on it a few times

But you cant stop thinking about me

Even though you know it’s a crime

I’m just a child

and shouldn’t have to deal with this

That’s what you tell me

and I know its all bullshit

You love me

And my childish ways

You want to snuggle up to me

At the end of the day

I see it in your eyes

As your heart beats wild

So shut up and kiss me

Because I am no longer a child.

-Layla Bungah

Chapter Twenty
When my father came home, Devin hid in the closet until I told him he could come out. I had fixed my plate and managed to stuff two forks in my pocket. I’d made up some excuse to eat in my room and neither my father or Rebecca thought twice about it.
Devin and I sat on my bed eating Chinese food and watching television. Well, the television was on but we were watching each other more. I had to admit I was afraid. I wasn’t sure if this would be the last time we’d see each other. Yeah, I’d done what Miller had asked, meaning he’d keep Devin and my little secret but for how long?
Not long enough if Devin confronted him tomorrow. He promised me he wouldn’t but I had to promise I wouldn’t meet Miller alone anymore. My only concern about that was Devin. If I refused there was no doubt in my mind Miller would tell Stubbs. Then Devin would be sent away.
Devin reminded me that Miller had been in the wrong, too. That if he breathed a word to Stubbs that it would be like confessing himself, too.
I saw the truth in his words and it made me feel a little better. Knowing Miller couldn’t tell without ratting himself out gave me some sort of confidence that we wouldn’t be separated.
After we ate, I took the plate to the kitchen and did the dishes quickly. I told my father goodnight then headed back upstairs to Devin.
I really like that. The fact Devin was waiting upstairs in my bed. It felt good to say he was mine. He loved me and I loved him. That was something I still wasn’t used to saying or hearing. Devin loved me.
When I came in, he smiled as I turned off the light and climbed into bed with him. He wrapped his arm around me and I relaxed, falling asleep quickly.
My alarm woke me hours later and I wasn’t surprised to find Devin gone. He’d probably left some time in the night.
I dressed for school, wearing my black and white checkered skirt and black tank top. I straightened my hairs so it hung freely around my face then went downstairs to tell my father bye.
I felt pretty confident as I walked the halls trying to get to my locker. Devin’s words replayed in my mind repeatedly. I could handle today. There were only two more days until the weekend and a few days until my birthday. Devin had told me yesterday that he had something planned for the weekend after so that was something I was looking forward to.
Jack was waiting by my locker, greeting me with a kiss and a smile. I did the same.
“You look beautiful as always.”
I blushed. “Thanks. I see you’re growing your hair out.”
I’d noticed his hair had gotten longer in the past weeks. He was growing it out for me. It was a sweet gesture but a wasted effort.
“Yeah,” he said running a hand through his golden locks. “You said you liked it long, so I figured…”
“It’s cute,” I switched out my books. “Makes you look sexier.”
He kissed my cheek. “Thanks, babe.”
I shrugged.
“So I was thinking,” he said leaning against the locker next to mine.
“Uh, oh.” I joked.
“Oh, hush.” He smiled. “I was thinking, maybe we could…go see a movie this weekend.”
“You know we can’t do that.” I never looked at him.
“But it’s dark. We wouldn’t even have to meet each other at the same spot. We could meet in the theater. Just hang out a little.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. You know my father’s been doing that whole ‘wanting to spend time with me’ thing. Besides, you know my birthday is in a few days. He’s bound to have something planned.
He nodded.
“Maybe next week, okay?” I knew that wasn’t going to happen but it got him off my case for the moment.
“Okay.” He shrugged.
He didn’t say anything else about my plans for the weekend but I knew my