As I walk down the unfamiliar hallways trying to find my locker people stop and stare. Where they shocked that I'm new? I thought to myself. Maybe they know I'm from America and they never met a American. Who knows?
"Ahh there we go, found it" I say kinda loud feeling proud of myself. "Oh come on you stupid thing why won't you open" I started to get frustrated. I soon then started to bang in the locker causing a scene.
All of a sudden someone grabbed my hand. "Wow, wow take it easy that locker didn't do anything to you" he says. "Haha yeah it won't open and I got frustrated as you can tell" I looked up and was caught off guard. I guess I was caught off guard because he is so hot. Wait don't think like that Layla, I tell myself.
Back in Miami I had a boyfriend who was my first love. He was a year older than me but it was okay. I was so happy around him. Nothing could drag me down until....he cheated on me. You might think I'm stupid but I stayed with him. I loved him that much. I soon realized that he didn't love me back and yeah I basically got my heart broken and I'm scared for that to happen to me again. Every guy is the same I tell myself now.
I caught myself starring into his eyes. I snapped out of it. "Oh um thanks for helping me open my locker" I said quickly " I never opened your locker but okay" he said while laughing "oh-I-oh okay that's my bad" I dropped a book because I was rushing to leave after I embarrassed myself. "Wait". I turned around waiting for him to talk. "You have a sticker on your jeans....on your back pocket, pretty nice back there" . I take the sticker off my jeans while blushing.
I finally found my home room class and sat down in the back. Two girls sat with me. " Hi, I'm Emily and this is Bella" she says in the fakest voice I have ever heard. ". Um hi, I'm Layla" I say "oh yeah you where the girl who was talking to my man" she says aggressively. "Your man?" I said confused. " yeah my man......Shawn mendes" "Wow I barely said anything to him and your all ready jealous, haha pathetic" I say aggravated. The two girl moved away from me to another seat after I mad them mad. Well mad her mad the other girl just follows her around like a puppy.
The class was finally over with and it was time for lunch and honestly I didn't want to go. I didn't feel like sitting by myself.
I took my seat at an empty table scrolling through my timeline. I heard someone sit in front of me so I slowly looked up to make sure it wasn't those two fake barbies. It was the opposite of who I thought it was. It was Shawn I guess his name is. "Why are you sitting alone?" He asks "why aren't you sitting with your girlfriend?" I snap back " wow calm down there new girl" " I HAVE A NAME" I say a little to loud "well can I know what your name is then" he asks. "Layla Smith" "Shawn mendes" I act as I didn't know already.
"Can I have your number" he asks softly "wow, don't you have a girlfriend you can call when your home alone?" " I want your number as a friend don't flatter yourself". I hand him my phone and he hands me his and we exchanged numbers. I already slid his phone back to him on the table. As he was handing me My phone ours hands touched and eyes connected. It's like I could tell all the emotions he was hiding and what he wanted to say. No words were needed.
*cough,cough* "my girlfriend is probably wondering where I went better get back to her" he says quickly. " yeah she is a drama queen" I say. He looks at me confused." I will text you to night, Layla" he says softly which gave me chills "I hope so"
I goes back to sit with her. I look away for two seconds and look back and there already making out. Why am I jealous?
