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shocked that his students were working so diligently. Then he locked eyes with me.
He tried to smile but failed. “Layla, I need to speak with you outside for a moment.”
I nodded and followed him out.
“What’s the verdict?” I asked trying not to show how concerned I really was.
“Why aren’t you in class?”
I sighed. “It’s advanced Spanish and since I already speak another language fluently I don’t really pay attention, meaning I have time to think. And my mind would come up with all types of scenarios. So I came here.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said looking past my head. “Everything’s alright.”
I nodded, feeling a little more at ease.
“You got them to work?”
“What?”
“The class, you got them to settle down.”
I shrugged. “I didn’t want them to get in trouble. I knew you were upset and I didn’t want you to have to deal with something else.”
“Thank you.” Again he tried to smile but failed. I couldn’t help but feel a little worried. I wanted him to be happy and this whole situation was making our lives hell. And I couldn’t help but feel responsible for that.
If I hadn’t come back that day we wouldn’t be where we were now. Though I had to admit if I hadn’t come back Devin and I probably wouldn’t have had so many wonderful times. We probably wouldn’t have gotten to know each other and would be wondering what could have happened instead of experiencing them.
“Layla, I’m sorry.” He shook his head.
“Why?” I asked confused.
“For getting you into this, I never meant for-”
“Stop,” I said looking around. I did my best to smile as I looked at him. “So I’ll see you in fourth, Mr. Simmons.”
The corners of his mouth pulled up a bit. “Alright, Ms. Bungah.”

Chapter Twenty-One
“Why did Mr. Simmons ask you to watch us?” Marina asked towards the end of our second class.
“Because he didn’t want you animals having a wild and sexy party.” I teased.
“No, I mean, how’d he pick you. Isn’t your class like on another hall or something?”
“Oh, yeah, but I…uh, had to use the restroom. He caught me when I was coming back and asked if I could watch the class.”
“Oh, okay. I like how you took charge in there mama.” She laughed.
“Thanks, love.” I smiled.
“So…what’s been going on between you and Jack?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ve noticed you two have gotten a little…distant. What’s going on? Have you told him yet?”
“No not yet. And nothing is going on. I mean, I’ve been busy a lot so we haven’t been spending much time together. But it’s not like we spent much time together before, you know?” She nodded. “With our whole family situation it was hard before and now with my new schedule it’s a lot worse.”
“I know, but you guys are such a great couple. I just want things to work out for you.”
“It will, everything’s fine.”
I knew Marina was concerned about Jack and me. She was like my sister and we cared for each other, so it was a little hard to lie to her like this.
The bell rang soon after that and I headed for Jack. He smiled when I walked through the doors and we kissed then headed for lunch.
“So, Layla what did Mr. Simmons want?” Rachel asked after Jack and I sat down. I had forgotten I’d seen her in his class, too. Well, hell.
“He just wanted to thank me for watching his class.” I shrugged.
“You didn’t tell me you watched his class,” Jack said. I could feel his eyes on me but I just ate a bite of my salad and shrugged again.
“You have his class right?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah.”
“But you have it with me, for fourth. What were you doing with Mr. Simmons in the first place? Isn’t your class on a different hall?”
“Yes, forgive me if I had to pee.”
The table grew quiet. Rachel smirked at the satisfaction of finally seeing the golden couple fighting. There was no way in hell I was about to let that last. I may not have been in love with Jack anymore but that didn’t stop my competiveness. I hated Rachel. She was always trying to one up me and my relationship with Jack was one of the many things she hated about me. I wouldn’t let her have the satisfaction of seeing us fight.
“I’m sorry.” I told him. “I didn’t think I had to tell you because it wasn’t important. All I did was watch his class so they wouldn’t get out of hand. Which they were.”
I had looked at Rachel when I said the last part and she shrugged.
“I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything,” Jack said. “It’s just…I don’t know. I just don’t like him.”
What was with people and not liking Devin? He was funny, charming, sweet…
“Babe, relax. I mean, he’s just a teacher. We’ll be changing classes soon anyway.”
As I said the words I realized the truth in them. We’d be switching classes in a little over two months and he’d have new students. Maybe perkier, prettier students that he like more than me. But that wouldn’t matter because I was moving right? Maybe once I left he would seize the opportunity to see one of those perkier-
No, I mean, Devin loved me. Right? He wouldn’t have threatened Miller if he didn’t. But maybe that was a front. Maybe he was only protecting his reputation. I sure was. Hell, I wasn’t even concerned about myself. As long as Devin’s life was fine I didn’t care about anything else but what if Devin didn’t care about me like he said he did?
My mood quickly plummeted. The small burst of happiness I had experienced was now replaced with dread and uneasiness.
The conversation at the table changed quickly and no one seemed to notice my mood change. After lunch Jack took me to the gym and kissed me before he left for his class. Coach Murphy had us running the football field. That did little with keeping my mind busy so I had a full period to think about Devin. At the end of the class I hated myself for being so stupid.
Men lied. They lied all the time just so they could get what they wanted then abandon the girl. But did that mean Devin was lying to me?
I showered slowly, letting the bell ring and about ten minute pass before I got dressed.
When I finally got to class everyone stared at my entrance. I was normally late but this was a little too far. I didn’t care. I was peeved at Devin and didn’t care if he knew it.
And if he couldn’t tell by my face he sure as hell could by my attitude.
“Ms. Bungah, why are you so late to my class?” He smiled and I almost caved.
“I just got out the shower,” I said rolling my eyes like it was obvious. I mean, it was. My hair was still wet, wasn’t it?
“I understand that but this is a little unacceptable. You’re fifteen minutes late to my class and the only excuse you have I that you were in the shower?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged, taking my seat.
Jack looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. With this attitude I wasn’t too far from getting-
“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to give you detention.” Devin said staring at me confusingly.
“Whatever,” I said rolling my eyes once more. So I got detention. It was only a small blemish on my squeaky clean record.
I took out my English book, deciding it was better to keep my eyes from his.
There was a bit of tension throughout the rest of the class between Devin and I. I was sure he noticed it too and it got him more agitated.
He gave us all a shit load of homework that he wanted done by tomorrow. I gave a hard laugh. If I got it done I got it done, but I wasn’t going to stress myself out over it.
When the bell rang, I gathered my things only to be told to sit back down by Devin. Jack gave me a sympathetic smile then left for the field.
After the classroom cleared, he rested back on the desk in front of me and just stared at me.
“What?” I asked after a moment. I crossed my arms and stared him in the eyes.
“What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.” I shrugged, though brought my eyes from his to his chest.
“Look me in the eye and say that.” His voice was low probably because the door was still open. I couldn’t hear anyone in the hallway but better safe than sorry.
“Nothing.” I looked him in the eye. “I’m fine.”
“Layla…” He tried to caress my check and I moved from his touch. He stared at me for a minute then went to the door and closed it.
When he came back to me, he took my face between his hands and kissed me deeply before I could struggle. And against my stubborn thoughts, I kissed him back.
Then he pulled away leaving me breathless. “I don’t know what happened to make you act this way but I’m sorry.”
He was apologizing and he didn’t even know what he did. And he didn’t do anything to begin with. So…what? Was he guiltily for something?
I held my frown.
“What’s wrong?” He still held my face.
“Nothing.”
“We’ve got half an hour for this. The more you say nothing the longer we’re going to be here.”
I pulled my face from his hands. “You’re going to move on.”
“What?” He asked, hands falling to his sides.
“What happens in a few weeks when our classes switch? I won’t see you every day. I’ll barely see you at all. What if…what if you lose interest? You know, in me?”
I had started off strongly though when I finished I was almost in tears. I refused to let any fall.
“That will never happen.” His eyes were as serious as his words. “It doesn’t matter if my students change; you are the only one I love. You will never change in my eyes.”
I didn’t smile, I wanted to believe his words but somehow couldn’t. I was moving so what did his words really matter? He said he loved me and he proved it many times but…I didn’t know. I just didn’t know. The whole situation with Miller had me turned upside down.
“Layla, words cannot describe how I feel for you. When we switch classes I will still want to be with you. Hell, it’s hard being away from you during the day. And don’t get even mention the weekends when I don’t even get to see you. Two whole days without seeing the love of my life.”
That made me smile. I was the love of his life?
“There’s the smile I love. I don’t like when you’re upset. Especially with this thing going on with Miller. I don’t want you to worry about that either. He’ll keep his mouth shut. There’s nothing to worry about. I will always love you.”
“I’m sorry.” I apologized. “I don’t know, I just felt-”
“You were confused. I understand, but you have to trust me when I say I love you and that’s not going to change.”
I nodded.
“You got it?” He asked placing a small kiss on my lips.
“Yes, got it.”
“Good. Now, let’s get out of here.”
“What about my detention?”
“You don’t have to stay. I mean, I still have to mark you and I’m sorry for that but you don’t have to stay here.”
“It’s alright, I understand. I was out of