I woke up to a weight on my chest. When I looked down, I saw that it was Layla's head peacefully resting on me. I can't help but smile as I hold her closer.
I turn to her clock and it's already 7:12. We have to be at school at eight thirty, and we still have to get breakfast on the way there.
I stroke Layla's hair, and soon enough she stirs against me. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me, then smiles.
"Good morning beautiful." I say.
She closes her eyes and nuzzles back into my chest, wrapping her arms around me. "I just wanna stay like this forever." She groans groggily.
I chuckle softly. "I know, but we have to get ready for school. And don't worry, I'll take you by Dunkin Donuts."
She sighs, sitting up. "Well look at you, being the responsible one." She teases.
I playfully glare at her, then pull her back into me, gently biting her neck as my hands squeeze her waist tightly. I growl, "I'm not responsible. I'm dirty."
She shakes her head after pulling away. I just grin up at her. "I know, I know," she sighs.
We both change into our clothes, me in black ripped jeans, a grey sports bra, and a black zip-up jacket over it that I'm planning to keep open. Layla is in grey leggings and a burgendy sweater, with her hair in a ponytail. I leave my long red waves down, as I usually do.
After grabbing our bags, we head out to my Jeep. Since Layla's mom gets up super early to work, we don't have to worry about getting caught. I drive to the school, but take a quick detour to get some coffee and a donut for each of us.
When I pull into the parking lot, we're a little early, so I lift Layla over the console and into my lap. She straddles my thighs, kissing me deeply. I grip her hips, and pull her body as close to mine as it can get. She teases me by playing with my tongue piercing as she does often, and I growl. She giggles before slipping her tongue into my mouth, eagerly exploring it.
Suddenly we hear someone clear their throat next to us, then tap on the side of my Jeep. "Get a room," they tease.
We pull away so I can answer, "What, are you not enjoying the show?"
The two nearly identical golden blonde haired girls shake their heads at us. "Cmon lovebirds, we're gonna be late. And I know you don't care, Blake, but we do. So get your ass out here." Alena chides.
I groan dramatically before opening my door and letting Layla slide out. I grab her bag and toss it to her before getting out as well and locking the doors. Although, it has no roof or windows, so I don't really know why I bother to lock it, but I do anyways. Habit, I guess.
When we start walking towards the entrance, Alexis glances over at us, folding her arms in annoyance. "Oh, you guys stopped at Dunkin Donuts and didn't get us anything? How thoughtful." She rolls her eyes.
I simply smile innocently at her and take a sip of my large iced caramel macchiato, shrugging my shoulders. "You didn't ask. And I'm not fucking you, so I don't have to get you food."
Layla and Alena bust out laughing, but Alexis just glares ahead of her.
Alena and Alexis are two of a set of triplets. They both have long curly golden blonde hair, chocolate eyes, are tall and skinny, and have freckles dotting their tan skin everywhere. And both are very beautiful. Their brother, Alen, the last triplet, also has the same features as them, but his hair is much shorter.
Speaking of Alen, we meet him as soon as we enter the building. He must have been waiting for us. "Damn guys, hurry up, we gotta get to class." He demands, taking the lead as we all follow him to first period. It's the only class we all have together, so it's obviously our group favorite.
Once we get there, we sit at the table in the back corner. I notice people staring and whispering once they see me, so I just place a smug grin on my face and lean back in my chair, folding my hands behind my head.
One thing that comes with the whole bad girl reputation is attention. And since I rarely ever show up to class, I get quite a lot of it when I do. Not that I mind. I actually enjoy it. People always flirting with me, trying to talk to me, or in most cases, just staring at me. It makes me feel special, even though it's not necessarily for the right reasons.
When the teacher reaches my name on the attendance list, and I actually say here, her eyes widen in shock. "Oh my, Miss Blake Hornwood decided to grace us with her presence today. I wonder what the special occasion is." She jokes.
I lean farther back in my chair, throwing her my most charming smile. "Well I just came to see my favorite teacher, Miss Pikkins. And I must say that it's kind of a turn on when you tease me like that." I tell her with a wink.
She looks back down at the paper, blushing heavily, and continues on with the list. See, everyone loves the sexy bad girl.
Layla smacks my arm. "Blake! You can't say that to a teacher." She whispers-yells at me.
I just roll my eyes. "Well she certainly liked hearing it." I say, referencing to the look on her face after I said she turned me on. To be completely honest, that remark was a bit overboard, especially to a teacher, but it gained me street cred, so it's worth it.
Knowing her lecturing me isn't going to make a difference, Layla gives up, sighing.
During the remainder of class, our little group chats about the latest gossip. Apparently Darren, Alen's boyfriend, went to Mikaylas party without him after he said he wasn't going to go. Mikayla is the Queen Bitch of our school, and she thinks she rules everyone. Well, she kind of does. Except me. After I fooled around with her, then broke her slimy little heart, she doesn't mess with me or my squad.
But that's besides the point. Alen and Darren are dating, so it's suspicious that Darren would go off to a party without telling him. I mean, they do everything together. Of course, me being me, I offered to teach him a lesson, but Alen strongly opposed. So I let it slide. For now.
The bell rings, and I head to my next class. I don't have any of my close friends in this class, so I take a desk in the back.
Almost immediately, a girl sits on my desk. I recognise her vaguely, I think her name is Callie or something. She has straight black hair that falls past her shoulders, olive skin, and dark green eyes. I notice she has a cheerleading uniform on. She's also holding a piece of paper in her hands. She smiles brightly down at me. I raise an eyebrow.
"So you must be the famous Blake Hornwood. I'm Callie Jenkins, captain of the cheer squad here." She introduced herself.
"Yes, I'm Blake. What do you need?" I decide to be more polite, rather than just tell her to fuck off like I normally would.
"Well," she says, standing up. "The squad is looking for more members for the team, and I was wondering if you might be interested in joining. It lets you be a part of your community, looks great on college applications, and-"
I hold a hand up, cutting her off. "Whoa, whoa whoa. Let me stop you right there, babe. I'm definitely not a cheerleader, nor am I interested in becoming one. Cheer is for preppy little rich bitches who think they're all that, when they're not. So you should just go on your way and try to fool some stupid little freshmen into thinking they're good enough. But as for me, I'll pass."
When I finish my rant, she stands there with her mouth open and a look of pain on her face. "But-" she tries, but I stop her again, shaking my head.
"No buts. Go."
She quickly nods her head and runs back to her own desk in the front of the room. She looked like she was about to cry. I guess it was a little harsh, but I really fucking hate cheerleaders. Don't ask. I just do.
I sit for the rest of class, not paying attention to the teacher at all, doodling in my notebook. I get up and leave before the period is even over. No one says anything about it, at least not to me, because it's pretty normal.
I end up skipping my next few classes as well, because I go out to my Jeep and smoke a few cigarettes. Once lunch starts though, I head back in. I meet up with my friends and we sit at our usual table. The rest of the day is pretty uneventual, until eventually, school ends altogether at three thirty.
I offer to drive Layla back to her house, and she accepts. When I pull up in her driveway she asks, "Do you want to stay for a little while. Mums not going to be home until late."
I run my fingers through my hair, propping my head up with my other hand. "Not today babe. I've got to run some errands." I explain. I don't really want to tell her, or anyone, about my lessons. First, because I'm not even sure if I'll even like it enough to do it for a while. But I also kind of just want this time to myself, as selfish as it might sound.
She sighs, "Okay, then. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." She leans in to give me a soft kiss. When she pulls away, I can see she's a little disappointed.
"I love you too sweetheart." I say before backing out and hitting the road. It's time for my first boxing lesson.