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

me a text back saying alright.
I shut my phone and went to the living room to eat. I absolutely loved sonic burgers. They had gotten better with preparing their food and now when you got it, it was actually hot. I was halfway through with my burger when my phone vibrated. I figured it was my father so I answered without looking at the number.
“Yeah,” I said around a mouthful of meat.
“Are you alright?” He didn’t sound like himself.
“Um, yeah, are you alright, papa?” I asked after taking another bite of my burger. “You sound weird.”
“Layla…it’s, um, it’s Devin,” he said giving me a short laugh.
I nearly choked. I coughed up my bite onto the coffee table and looked at my phone. What the hell? Unknown number. I should’ve checked my phone before I answered it. Hell, I should’ve finished chewing like a normal person before I answered!
“Layla?” Devin asked franticly. “Are you okay? What happened?”
I was still coughing, trying to catch my breath. I took a quick sip of my drink to clear my throat.
“How’d you get my number?” I asked once I could speak again.
“Oh, I, uh…sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
“No,” I cut him off. “I just thought you were my father.”
“Sorry. You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I took a napkin and cleaned the table.
“I’m sorry about what happened with Bond. He was drunk and-”
“It’s okay, but…you’re not mad at me are you?” I didn’t want him to be angry with me. I didn’t know why but I just didn’t.
“What? Why would I be mad at you?” He asked truly shocked at my question. “Because of something Bond did? No, Layla. I’m more pissed at him right now.”
I was silent while I finished picking up bits of burger from the carpet.
“Layla?” He asked after a moment.
The worry in his voice made me stop cold. “Hmm?”
“What happened…between us…”
No, I whined mentally. Did he regret it? If he did I…I didn’t know what would happen. I didn’t want things to be awkward between us. And this was definitely going to be a large elephant in the room. If he regretted it, I’d make things easier for him. I wouldn’t mention it again.
“I’m sorry,” I said voice small.
“For?” He asked, again, shocked by my words.
“I thought…I felt…” Dammit. I sighed. Why was this so hard? “I thought you felt…don’t worry about it. I won’t say anything to anyone. It never happened.”
“Is that what you want?” His question was hard to hear, like it was hard for him to ask.
I sighed. “It’s what you want.” Wasn’t it?
I was seated on the floor. My stomach was threatening to expel the content it had just consumed.
“No, Layla. It’s not.” My heart started to thump loudly in my ears. Maybe I’d heard him wrong. “That’s not what I want. You were…amazing. You are more than amazing. I was worried I’d taken advantage of you, overanalyzed what I thought I felt between us, but when you came back I...I don’t know what came over me.”
I was shocked into silence. My head felt higher than I knew it was and I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.
“Layla?”
I couldn’t answer him.
“Please say something,” he said. “Please?”
“I’m here,” I choked out.
“Oh, god. I screwed up. I took advantage of one of my students.” He groaned. “I’m an idiot. I thought- but I shouldn’t have actually acted upon them. You should report me. I thought when you kissed me back you…”
“I did-I-I do.”
I heard him give a small sigh of relief. “So where does this leave us?”
Hell, I didn’t know! I’d just had sex with my English teacher, nothing made sense anymore.
“Where do you want it to leave us?” I asked.
“I’d very much like for things not to be-”
“Awkward,” I said.
“Yes.” I could almost see him nodding his head.
My phone began to beep in my ear. I looked at the number and nearly shit my pants. Jack. Did I answer it? If I did and chose Jack over him, what would he think?
But I’d blown Jack off today. If I did it again I could lose him. Did I care?
“I, uh, I have another call.” I told him.
“Alright, well…can it wait? I really would like to explain myself.”
I hesitated. “It’s Jack.”
“Oh.” That alone nearly broke my heart. “Well, I guess you need to take that then. Good night, Layla.”
“Good night, Devin.” I sighed.
I clicked over to Jack who instantly had a string of questions. Where was I? Why didn’t I come to his practice? What about our plans after practice.
But I couldn’t answer any of them. Not honestly anyway. I’d lied and told him I got a call from my father insisting I come straight home. That seemed to sum up all his questions. He asked me why he’d called and at least this time I was truthful and said I didn’t know. When I got home there was no one there. But I couldn’t leave because I wasn’t sure when he’d be back.
He asked if he could come over and I told him no, I didn’t know when my father was coming home.
He sighed and told me he loved me, that he’d see me later. I told him I’d see him later. For some reason I couldn’t repeat his first words, not after what Devin and I had done.
Jack didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t say anything about it.
When I hung up from talking to him I finished my dinner.
Rebecca didn’t get in till late. I’d been watching television in the living room and fallen asleep; her inconsiderate slamming of the front door woke me.
I groaned silently as I sat up and stretched. I checked the time and realized it was going on two in the morning.
“What are you doing down here?” Rebecca asked sneering at me.
“Fell asleep.” I shrugged looking down at the blanket that covered my body. Where had that come from?
“Shouldn’t you be upstairs? Don’t you have school or something in a few hours?” Her voice was annoyed which got me a bit annoyed. It wasn’t my fault she’d had a horrible day. Why the hell was she taking it out on me?
“It’s Friday.” I nearly called her a dipshit. “No, wait Saturday.” I checked my phone to make sure.
“Oh,” she said a bit taken aback. “Well, you need to clean up your crap.”
“What part of I fell-”
“Enough,” my father said standing in the hallway. He was in a t-shirt and blue plaid flannel pajama bottoms. I didn’t even know he’d come home. That would explain the blanket.
“I didn’t know you were home, honey. Where’s your car?” Rebecca asked instantly changing from evil bitch to loving wife.
“Broke down, I hitched a ride home. And stop harassing Layla.”
“But she-”
“Enough,” he said cutting her off. “Go get ready for bed.”
She huffed and left my father and me alone.
He came to sit next to me and my body automatically relaxed. I hadn’t noticed how tense my shoulders were. My father had that effect on me. No matter how rough things got, he was always there. And I loved him for that.
“Hey, bud, you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I shrugged.
“You don’t sound okay.” My father knew my quirks. Though he hadn’t paid much attention to me since he remarried, he normally knew if something was bothering me.
And this thing with Devin and Jack was definitely bothering me. But I couldn’t tell him that. He didn’t know I was seeing Jack and if he found out what had just happened with Devin he’d definitely burst that vein in his forehead. Or worse have a heart attack. Hell, or worse kill Devin then have a heart attack.
“Yeah.” I lied as best I could. “I’m fine. Just sleepy.”
He stared at me for a moment and I knew he was debating pushing the situation or not. I wouldn’t meet his stare which I knew would worry him more. He decided not to pressure me into telling him.
He stood and kissed the top of my head.
“Night, bud,” he said walking away.
“Night.”
He stopped in the opening of the hallway and turned back to me. “If there’s anything that’s going on…you can tell me, you know that right?”
“Of course, papa.” I nodded and plastered on a smile.
“Would you tell me if something was wrong?”
“Yes,” I said confidently. Nothing was “wrong”, so it wasn’t a lie. I would tell him if something was wrong. But wasn’t having sex with my English teacher wrong?
He nodded then left for his room.
I nearly groaned. It wasn’t like me to keep things from my father. Okay, so I kept the fact I had been dating from him and the fact I wasn’t a virgin but I knew if I told him he’d flip. I was his baby girl. He’d do anything to protect his baby girl. Even if that meant killing someone to do so.
I took my garbage to the kitchen and threw it away. Then went back to the living room to go back to sleep.
There was no point in getting myself worked up at this hour. I decided to worry about it tomorrow or maybe Monday when I actually had to deal with the subject.

Chapter Eight
The sound of a door slamming woke me. I went to peak around the corner of the hallway leading to my father’s bedroom. His door was now shut and I could hear a few noises coming from there.
I groaned. Not today, I couldn’t handle them today. I heard Rebecca laugh uncontrollably and I decided then I was leaving. I couldn’t sit through a whole sex session so I grabbed my phone and my bag then left.
I wasn’t sure where I was headed and didn’t really care. I drove until I realized where my sleepy body was taking me.
Riverside Park. I used to come here when things got rough. When we moved here this was my place of comfort. I wasn’t surprised I went there subconsciously just as I had the night a few nights ago.
The car basically stopped itself and I got out, heading to the river. I sat at the dock and listened to the sound of nothing. Peaceful nothing.
No one really came here, well, teens didn’t. They were all at the mall or movies. Boaters came to fish, maybe bask in the sunset but they never bothered me. They were all older and busy with fishing.
I had removed my shoes and let my feet hang over the edge of the wood; they brushed the water, scaring the fish away from me. Closing my eyes and laying back I let my mind wonder.
There were footsteps along the dock but I figured it was just another fisher. It was still very early, not even seven.
“Layla?” A familiar voice asked hesitantly.
I opened my eyes immediately and stared into a pair of gorgeous green ones.
“Devin? What are you doing here?” I asked.
He stared at me for a long moment, probably taking in my mess of hair, the clothes he’d seen me in the night before and my relaxed posture. “Did you sleep here?” Amusement filled his voice and eyes but then his face turned concerned. “Layla, that’s not safe. Is everything okay?”
I smiled up at him. “I didn’t sleep here.” I sat and gazed out toward the dark river instead of his eyes. “Just came here to think.”
“Oh…about?” He asked. I wanted him to sit next to me but he didn’t. He stayed behind me and I could feel his eyes on my back.
“My