I chewed my cereal slowly as thoughts raced through my head so fast that Usain Bolt would've been lapped more than fifty times.

No Olympic icon could catch them with that speed.

Now, why are my thoughts springing for the world record?

Because I have presently found out that Layla's boyfriend of one year assaulted me.

Though I should be thinking about the fact that someone tried to harm me again, I can't focus on it when I know that Layla is going to be hurt when she finds out.

How is she going to find out?

Well, I'm gonna tell her of course!

I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't.

But . . .

The fact that I have to is really getting to me.

Layla has the worst cry ever.

Like it's hysterical.

Her smile opens and literally turns upside down and her lip pops out and it always sounds as if she is singing and coughing at the same time.

It is funny and sad at the same time and I don't want her to go through that.

But unfortunately,

I don't have a choice.

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I left for school early so I could prepare how I was gonna tell her even though I have been thinking about it since yesterday's lunch.

Aubrey arrives first and I am a little relieved that I won't have to face Layla yet.

Aubrey and I talk for a bit, sharing jokes and gossip like usual until she stops all of the sudden.

"What's wrong?" She asks, folding her hands over her chest.

"Whatever do you mean? Nothing is wrong." I answer.

I let out a silent "shit" to myself at the fact that I slipped up again.

You see my mom loved historical dramas and romance so the whole time I was in the womb and anytime I was sleeping like a baby or child she would watch them or read the books out loud.

The result is that anytime I am lying or acting, in general, I start speaking formally and if it is really bad, with a British accent.

"Come on Luke, you are one of the worst liars I know and even if you were a good one I would still know cause we are best friends. Now tell me what's wrong." She insisted, her eyes boring into me. It made me feel so guilty that I almost told her.

The key word is almost.

"Aubrey my dear. It breaks my heart but I really can not tell you anything at this moment in time. You are just going to have to put your faith in me." I say.

"But Luke." She protests. "This has to be bad, you have a full-on British accent!"

"Aubrey, this is extremely important but I promise that if the circumstances force me into an unsafe position at any point in time I will tell you immediately." I tell her with as much sincerity in my eyes as possible.

She looks me dead in the eye before sighing.

"Alright." She says, dropping her hands in defeat.

I hug her in gratitude and look up to see Layla walking over to us.

Fuck.

This is gonna be bad.

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🔥Conner's POV🔥

I walk down the hallway "enjoying" using my bored face that seems to be keeping most of the curious students away.

The keyword is most.

Because obviously when someone thinks that I really am that hot then they will come up to me and flirt.

The worst part about it.

This is the third person today.

"So do you maybe wanna go out sometime?" A girl named Lana asked.

Wearing my "please he so she will leave me alone face" I smiled and answered.

"Sure, get my deets and I'll call you."

I internally rolled my eyes at myself for the use of the word "deets".

I absolutely hated it but it seems like it works.

Especially when the girl I'm talking to is giggling.

"Sure." She giggled again ignoring the fact that I could've given her my number right now but told her to find it out herself.

"See you then." I wink, making her giggle ten times more.

Like I was saying she wasn't the first that came up to me today.

The first one was a girl named Sheena.

Red hair, big eyes, looked great in her jeans but of course, I wasn't interested.

The second was a guy named Liam.

Brown hair, toned arms, looked like he slayed any gender he bated for and I'm guessing guys are one of them.

I'm not sure if Kian would try to bang him but I may as well let him decide for himself.

Last was of course Lana.

Dark chocolate skin, pink thin braids, and a backside that could rival Jennifer Lopez.

They were all good looking but I am just not interested.

Even less now that I have met Luke.

There is just something about him that keeps me close to him.

I just can't walk away.

All of a sudden someone bumps into me causing them to fall down.

Déja Vu anyone?

Oh

Speaking of the devil.

I look down to see Luke looking up at me as if I was a saint.

"Let me help you up." I offered, putting my hand out for him to grab.

"Thanks" he grunted as I pulled him up.

"So what's up with you?" I asked.

"Lots of stuff." He chuckled. "Ever since....umm....what happened yesterday I've had a lot to think about."

I nodded perfectly, hiding the fear that he was thinking about me.

And that it's a bad thing.

"Well, I guess having that happen would give you a lot to think about." I said.

He looked up at me sadly as if he was watching his family turn their backs on him.

"I wish I could tell you." He whispered so quietly I barely heard him.

"Tell me what?" 

"I couldn't do it." He said sadly, sounding as if he was about to cry.

"Couldn't do what?" I asked.

"I couldn't. I didn't tell Layla."