Four Walls (Book One) ✔️

Chapter Sixty

I look down and realize that his hand is in mine, his grip so tight that he could shatter my knuckles if he squeezed any harder.

"But I should probably warn you," he continues, "I'm going to break up with her soon."

My eyes turn into saucers. My jaw nearly slams into the table. "Damian, you can't be serious. Please, please tell me you're joking," I beg him, but he just shakes his head.

"Not joking," he replies. "Look, Layla, I love her, but...." He trails off, his aquamarine eyes glancing downward. "I can't do it anymore. I can't keep lying to her. She deserves better, and I can't give her that."

"But why not?" I inquire. "You love her. You want to be with her. If you told her your secret—"

"She might blab. She's already proven that she can't keep her mouth shut under pressure," he suddenly says. "Besides, she has her whole future mapped out, and based on what she told me, I don't really fit into her plan."

I let out a sigh. "If you're sure this is what you want...."

"It is," he replies, although the flicker of sadness in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed. "It'll be hard, but it's for the best."

I rest my other hand on top of our already intertwined fingers. "You know I'll be there for you either way."

Jessica returns from the bathroom, and we quickly detangle our hands.

After we eat, Jessica takes off to the library. Damian and I teleport home, where I collapse onto my bed, too exhausted to put on a tough front.

He lies down beside me, an amused smirk on his face. "So what have we learned today?"

"Skipping is a dangerous sport."

"And?"

"And I need to take it easy," I grumble.

"Good girl." He pulls the covers over my frail body and places a kiss on my forehead. "Get some sleep. You're going back to school tomorrow, remember?"

"Don't remind me," I whine.

"Goodnight, Layla."

"Goodnight, Damian."

We've said our goodnights, yet he doesn't move. He doesn't abandon his place beside me.

"Damian?"

"Yeah, Layla?"

I feel his fingertips gently caress my cheek.

I feel his hot breath on my skin as our faces inch closer together.

I feel his soft lips on my temple, trailing slowly down my jaw.

"What's happening?" I whimper.

"I don't know."

His lips graze mine, teasing me with the promise of a kiss. As much as I want to surrender, to turn my mind off and let my body take control, I can't.

I pull away and roll over, putting as much distance between us as possible.

"Layla...."

"I have to sleep now," I declare.

"Okay," he mutters, taking his weight off the mattress and rising to his feet. He mumbles something that I can't make out before ascending the basement stairs and leaving me on my own.

I close the basement door, race upstairs, and lock myself in my bedroom. I strip off my clothes and climb into bed, hoping that a good night's sleep will calm my racing heart and stop the terrible throbbing between my legs.

I almost kissed my best friend.

And I really, really fucking wanted to.

But I can't. I'm still with Jessi, even though we've barely spoken in a month. Even though it's obvious that she's unhappy. Even though she wants out just as much as I do.

As for Layla... well, she's my best friend. She's been my best friend since we were five years old. It would be wrong to jeopardize that for a stolen kiss... right?

Fuck. So much for sleeping. I toss and turn all night, and by the time morning comes, my heart is still beating a mile a minute.

I venture downstairs after taking a cold shower and find Layla at the kitchen table, a plate of fluffy, syrup-covered pancakes in front of her.

"Your mom seems to think sugar will make me heal faster," she jokes, pointing to her breakfast.

"Enjoy it while you can. We'll be eating spinach again in no time."

She smiles, but it isn't genuine. It doesn't make her cheeks dimple or light up her viridescent eyes.

"Listen, about last night," we say in unison.

Chuckling, I join her at the table. "You go first."

"Look, Damian," she begins, "I know you and Jess aren't in a great place, but what happened, or what almost happened... well, it can't happen again."

"I agree," I say, ignoring the stabbing pain in my chest, "and it won't."

"It was my fault, too."

"I initiated."

"I didn't stop you."

"Actually, you did," I remind her, "but it... it doesn't matter. I'm glad you did."

Her eyes widen. "You are?"

"Well, yeah," I respond. "You're, like, my best friend in the whole world. Best friends don't do... that."

"No," she whispers, "I suppose they don't."

My mom enters the kitchen, saving us from this painfully awkward conversation. We finish our breakfast and go to school.

When we arrive at Starkton High, I bid Layla a hasty goodbye and rush to the library to meet up with Jessi before the bell rings.

That's when I hear it—not the bell, but the loud, sharp pop of gunfire.

A/N:
Sorry for the cliffhanger 😬😬
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