fantasty kiss, raj say hello [bill gates best books .TXT] 📗

like mine did. Her stockings were black thought still sheer enough to see her perfect legs. He dark brown hair was as straight as I’d ever seen it and a black hat was topped on her head. Her makeup was a bit glittered like mine, though not as much, and much darker.
She indeed was a sexy little witch.
“Jack is going to love that costume.” She told me smiling wildly.
I smiled, too. Yes, some indeed would love this costume but it wasn’t Jack I was trying to impress.
We took the period to talk about how we were going to do some of our friends make up tonight.
“What the hell do you mean you invited five more people?” I whispered fiercely.
She shrugged. “It’s just their boyfriends, Layla. The girls didn’t want to go all the way home to be picked up when the guys could just meet at one place.”
I saw the logic, I just didn’t want all those people at my house.
“Fine,” I said. “But no more.”
She nodded and finished telling me about how she had the whole weekend planned.
Soon the bell was ringing and we went our separate ways. Before she left, she called out, “Too sexy for our own good!”
I rolled my eyes at her and headed to the gym to meet Jack.
When I walked through the doors, his eyes widened.
“Whoa.” I heard him mumble. “Excuse me; I’m looking for my girlfriend. You haven’t seen her have you? She’s about five two, a bit sexier than you…”
“Shut up.” I told him, smiling playfully. “Take me to lunch.”
He nodded a bit, too stunned for words.
“Close your mouth,” I told him, looping my arm through his. “You’re drooling, love.”
This snapped him out of his haze and he led me to the cafeteria.
“I like your costume,” I told him.
He was dressed as Justin Timberlake from NSYNC, roman noodle colored hair and all. He looked very cute with his sparkly grey shirt and black leather jacket.
He shrugged. “Not as much as I like yours.”
I beamed. One down, one more to go.
When we got to the table the football guys whistled while the girls glared. Rachel, in particular was shooting fiery daggers of death. If there was any doubt in my mind that she hated me before, I was certain now. The glare she was giving me counteracted the elaborate angel costume she wore.
It was official. She hated me.
I almost felt as if my job was complete.
Almost.
After lunch Jack walked me back to the gym and before he could kiss me goodbye I pulled away and mumbled something about my lip gloss. He rolled his eyes at that but didn’t seem too upset.
I was grateful Coach Murphy didn’t make us run laps or do anything for that matter. She let us do whatever we wanted so most of us just sat and talked.
When gym was over I took my time getting to English. I wanted to be fashionably late, but not tardy.
The bell rang just as I walked through the door. Devin had been writing the lesson on the board but when I walked in, he dropped his chalk.
“Whoa.” He stared.
I tried my best not to jump up and down with satisfaction. Finally, some attention.
I smiled ruefully and looked at the class that was staring at the stunned Mr. Simmons puzzlingly.
“I mean,” Devin began, “Whoa, you’re actually on time today, Ms. Bungah.”
The tension in the class relaxed a bit as the suspicion dissipated.
I shrugged. “Coach Murphy didn’t make us workout today.”
“Hmm.” Was all he said, eyes dancing with delight. I knew what he wanted but I wouldn’t give it to him. I’d ignore him just as he did me.
He grunted and rubbed his scraggly face. You can take your seat, Ms. Bungah.”
I walked sultrily to sit next to Jack.
Since it was the weekend before Halloween, Devin decided it wasn’t fair if he was the only teacher who gave an assignment so he just gave us a few crossword puzzles to do for extra credit.
We could work together on the puzzles so, Jack pushed his desk closer to mine.
The touching was a bit much in my opinion but I had a point to prove. If Devin was so jealous of Jack that he wanted to ignore me then I’d just give him something to ignore and be jealous about.
For the whole class period, Jacks hand was on my thigh. I could feel that Devin didn’t like it but apparently he didn’t care anymore.
When the final bell rang I nearly stayed behind to talk to Devin, but I had to stick to my point. So I left with Jack’s arm wrapped around my stomach.
As I walked by, I knew that really pissed him off.
Practice was only an hour which let Jack and I get to my house at a pretty decent hour. Jack reeked of sweat so I told him he could take a shower then get back into his costume.
Marina showed up about an hour later with about twenty people right behind her.
“What the hell, Marina? I thought you said ten!”
“I might have told a few more people than I thought.” She told me, wincing. “And they might have told others it was a party.”
“But it’s not!” I shouted.
Then the house came alive with music. I glared at her and she mumbled a sorry.
“If my parents find out about this-”
“Relax, babe,” Jack told me. “They won’t find out.”
It had been a while since I had hung out with Jack and to honest; I had forgotten how easy it was. He had a way of relaxing me somehow.
I nodded. “Fine, but nothing can be broken.”
The few people around us cheered and began to dance.
The doorbell rang then, and Marina’s smile widened.
“So…it’s okay that it’s a party?” She asked.
I nodded.
“Good, because that’s probably the food.”
I suppressed a groan as she let in about fifteen more people.
“Just relax, babe,” Jack comforted, pulling me away. “Marina’s got everything under control.”
I let him lead me to the living room and then to the couch.
“Have a drink,” he said handing me a cup he’d picked up from the coffee table.
I downed it immediately.
“Babe,” he laughed. “That wasn’t water.”
“I know, get me another, would you?”
He nodded and got up.
I didn’t like being around so many people. It put me on edge. And I was already on edge from Devin and my fight, so I really didn’t need this. If my father found out I had thrown a party I’d be dead. He’d kill me, bring me back to life then kill me again.
When Jack came back he had two red cups, one for me and one for him.
He noticed my worried expression and told me not to worry, that if anyone messed up my house he’d beat the snot out of them.
I felt a bit of comfort in this idea.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

It was getting late and our trick r treating plans were turned into party plans. My home was infested with strangers that were probably destroying it.
And to be honest, I didn’t care. I just didn’t care. I was drunk and it felt really good not to care about anything anymore.
The fact that I was making out with Jack probably was giving me that mentality, too.
It wasn’t the same as making out with Devin but I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Devin, now was I?
But I still couldn’t help but think things just weren’t right between Jack and I. I didn’t really love Jack if I had to get so wasted that I didn’t really care anymore. That wasn’t love. That wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
Before I could stop kissing Jack, he was pulled off me. I gasped as I saw Devin was the one who had separated us.
“M-Mr. Simmons,” Jack stuttered. “What are you doing here?
It was a moment before he said anything. He just continued to stare down at me.
Finally he spoke. “I’m here to break up this little get together.”
“You can’t do that,” I told him.
He stared at me once more. “Layla, you’re drunk.” He looked like he disapproved.
I didn’t like that. I didn’t like how he could not care one minute then bust in here like he freaking owned the place and stir up feelings inside me.
“Well, I’m not sure why you should care.” I tried to stand only to have gravity betray me and bring me back down to the couch.
Both Devin and Jack hovered above me. When Jack looked at his teacher trying to aid his girlfriend, Devin straightened and I could tell something in him snapped.
“That’s it, everyone out!” Devin shouted. Only a close few heard him over the loud music. He went to go turn it off then shouted it again.
“If you all don’t leave right now, I’m calling the cops.”
The fact there was a teacher at the a party didn’t seem too appealing for the people dancing in my house. They were all underage drinkers and seemed to be gone faster than they had arrived.
I tried to protest but suddenly didn’t feel too well. I figured that standing I tried to do rushed the liquor to my stomach or something because my stomach was cramping and I was beginning to feel very nauseous.
Devon saw this and ordered the two people that were left to leave.
Marina and Jack didn’t want to leave me alone with the light green color I was turning but they didn’t have much of a choice. Marina told me she’d see me later then left. Jack said the same but before he could try to kiss me, Devin grabbed him by his leather jacket and shooed him out the door.
When Devin came back to me I was now seated on the edge of the couch with my arms crossed.
“Layla.” His tone was commanding, almost expecting me to look at him. It made me want to do the exact opposite. He sighed trying again, though this time his tone was softer. “Layla, look at me.”
I did. “What do you want Devin?”
“To tell you that this was very immature of you.”
“I thought you wanted me to act like a kid.” I remembered that being his main concern at one point.
“I wanted you to dump the jock, not nearly have sex with him on your fathers couch!” He shouted. “This was just stupid and immature.”
“Oh, so now I’m stupid and immature.” I slurred, standing up.
I swayed a little which made him hold onto my arm. I yanked it from his grip and walked away from him.
“You know, I just don’t get you, Devin. You say you love me one day then refuse to talk to me another.”
“I had a good reason not to!”
“I told you I love you!” I shouted nearly in tears. “I told you, you had nothing to worry about. I wanted you and only you.”
“Wanted?”
“Yes, wanted.” What I wanted to say was ‘want you’ but I wouldn’t say it until he apologized. “I don’t understand why you’re so jealous, Devin. I hardly ever see Jack, I barely go to his practices, I try my best to avoid his kiss, his touch, and still you just…I told you, I love you.”
“That’s not enough…” He murmured.
“Since when?!” I was nearly in hysterics and as my voice rose so did the pain in my stomach. “Since when is my love not enough? Oh, is it enough when you’re on top of me? Is it enough when it comes