Laila's POV

I looked at him and then before I knew it he had his arms around my waist and his lips on mine. I silently moaned and opened my mouth a little to allow his searching tongue entrance. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I really couldn't believe that I was allowing it to happen. He tasted so good though, and I really enjoyed it. After about five minutes or so I had to pull away, but only because I knew I had to get home.

"This is wrong, I shouldn't feel that way about him, like, he's a teacher for fuck's sake," I mumbled under my breath. "I should go," I announced.

"That's probably a good idea anyway," he said. A good idea?, I mentally questioned him. It's a good idea for me to leave? He was probably right but it still kind of hurt me to think that he wanted me to leave. I tried to convince myself that he was just concerned that someone would walk in and see us, which was probably true, but I couldn't help thinking that he felt it was a bad idea to have kissed me like he did. I quickly gathered my things and pulled up my sleeves, but after realising what I just exposed I made a face and pulled them back down and left. I had to walk home anyway, and I didn't want to be home after my dad, because there would be hell to pay. I just hoped Gerard wasn't offended by my sudden need to leave.

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When I got home I found my dad's car already in the driveway, so I snuck around the back of the house and crawled in my bedroom window, hoping he wouldn't notice the fact that I hadn't been home. I'd rather him not notice me at all than be constantly mad at me like he is. It's like he blames mom's death on me even though he knows I had nothing to do with it. He probably feels like it's easier to blame someone other than himself, which makes sense, but I'd still rather not be hit at least every other day.

Vvt, vvt. I wondered who could be texting me at what would be five in the morning in my native Australia. When I checked my phone it wasn't anyone from home. In fact it was a local area code.

"Hey this is Gerard." The hell was he texting me about? And how did he get my number?

"I know it's kinda nosy for me to ask, but I was just wondering why you made a face and pulled down your sleeves right before you left this afternoon."

"Oh that? I pulled up my sleeves but then I remembered it was supposed to be a little chilly this afternoon and I didn't wanna be cold when I walked home, but I wasn't happy about it so I made a face." That was a flat out lie, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

The strange quiet coming from downstairs made me think my dad was already asleep, which was good news for me.

"I didn't know it was supposed to be cold," he replied.

"Maybe not at your house but it was by mine."

Notes

Sorry, I know it's short but I'll try to update more this week. This weekend will be hectic though, what with prom on Friday and everything. Maybe I'll magically gain Gerard's great dancing skills on the day of hahahaha nah, that won't happen. My dancing skills are far too bad to even be thinking I'll magically gain dancing skills. Keep it ugly XO