Layla’s pov

I was at least glad that I wasn’t a sniffling mess the next day for school and more than grateful that my converse had dried up and did not smell of musk.

I was always irritable when I was sick or hungry, so I was at least pleased that I had not caught a cold yesterday from the rain.

But maybe that would’ve been better than having to watch Karen and her posse bend over, their hands locking around their ankles and purposely sticking their ass in the air.

I watch a line of drooling boys behind them, snickering and pointing at their asses.

At least the black gym shorts we were assigned to wear covered mostly everything except some butt peeking out.

“Campbell come down from the bleachers and make yourself warm up before the run.” Coach Reese yelled loudly from down below, an arm slang over his forehead to block the blazing sun.

I could already feel the roll of sweat trailing down my back. It was so hot and it sucked balls that P. E just had to be the period before lunch.

And now we were supposed to make five rounds around the entire huge field. I call this torture. Wincing out an embarrassed smile, I started down the bleachers at least thankful that most of the guys were too occupied with Karen to have heard coach.

But some of the girls who stood to the side, did hear and their gazes were on me.

I squirmed wishing Tiffany would get here already. She had to help Mr. Bidder with a few files and was excused for another five minutes.

I admit I was waiting for her because I was clearly uncomfortable being around so many teens I barely knew despite being in the same class with them for years.

I strut over to coach Reese, an excuse to sit out of this one on the tip of my tongue. But I should’ve known coach was relentless.

“No,” He ground out.

“But

I started to whine.

You can’t budge your way out of this. Go. Warm. Up.” He pointed

like them and stick my ass in the air and pretend

I looked at coach closely, I understood why. It was because his eyes were literally stuck on their asses. He was leering at them like some kind

from him and nearly screamed in relief when Tiffany came up behind me, her arm slinging over me

had heard her. It

for you then.” I

crush, but there’s only so many times I can

halls.

froze when the smell of spice and something

rise on my neck and I held my breath.” Don’t As forget after school, my house.” He whispered before his warmth

flash me a charming

that?” Tiffany

and how Tyler and I were in the midst

a good time to keep her

you somewhere more private,” I whispered with a promising

at me. Turning my eyes in the direction of where ! could feel the stares coming from,

little exchange between

not at

and Chopra, warm ups!” Coach

only seemed to have stuck on Tyler whose arms were crossed over his chest

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