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Chapter One| American Teen

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Chapter One| American Teen

"We don't always say what we mean, it's the lie of an American Teen." -Khalid, American Teen.

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Layla and her best friend since kindergarten Harley stepped through the school's entrance together. Harley was looking down at her phone screen while Layla looked around for their lockers. One would think she'd know which direction to go since she has been at the same locker for the entire year.

However Layla was a very forgetful girl if it didn't involve things she cared about. Her mom used to joke she'd forget her head if it wasn't attached. She would also get scolded and somehow her bad memory would always be related back to music.

"Well maybe if you remembered your homework like you remembered them damned songs you would be passing." It annoyed her to no end when her mother did that. But that was almost two years ago and to say things have changed a lot since then would be an understatement.

"Oh my god. Girl did you see Idris Elba's latest photoshoot?" Harley moaned and let her eyes roll back as she clutched her phone to her chest with pleasure. "He is so damn fine!" She exclaimed showing her friend the screen.

Layla bit her lip as her eyes trailed over his dark chocolate body. Harley wasn't wrong, that is one fine man. "He's cute but he can't compare to bae." Layla cooed with dreamy eyes. Harley didn't even have to ask who her best friend was referring to.

Harley rolled her eyes. "When are you gonna tell him you're in love with him? Seriously it's getting old." She asked Layla.

"When are you gonna tell him you're... shut the fuck up you know I'm never gonna tell him." Layla fired back while mocking her. Harley chuckled and shook her head as they started twisting their combinations into the lockers.

"But y'all would be so cute together though. Plus you could bounce on that dick all night long like you fantasize about." Harley wiggled her eyebrows and nodded as if she were trying to convince Layla.

Layla's eyes widened and she looked over her shoulders. She shushed her best friend as she checked to see if anyone heard Harley's words. "Shut up! What if someone heard you. Besides That," she leaned in to whisper, "that was one time. I'm not telling you anything ever again." She hissed.

Harley chuckled and shrugged as she stuffed her history book in her locker and slammed it shut. She made sure to stuff the undid homework in the book last night so that she could copy Layla's in the morning. "Now about this homework though..." she trailed off linking their arms.

The girls began walking down the hall towards the cafeteria. "Seriously? Are you ever gonna do the homework? How are you gonna pass the final at the end of the year?" Layla asked Harley while shaking her head.

"If you let me copy your homework, classwork and quizzes all year I'll be at a high B at least which means I can fail the final completely and come out with like a seventy percent. I'm good." Harley calculated in her head. She had been doing this for years now, she knew how to do absolutely nothing and still pass.

Layla sighed and touched her fingers to her temple. "You're a mess." She commented looking over at Harley. That proved to be a wrong move when she collided with someone and nearly fell down. She would have fell too, if it weren't for his strong arms around her keeping her upright.