ZACK
Luke sits on the end of her bed without a word.
“Okay.” Layla takes a deep breath, looking down into her coffee cup as she thinks. “Back when I was in high school,” she starts, “I was pretty different from how I am now. I was shy. Quiet. There was this guy I liked. Donny Pritchard.”
Luke flinches.
“The guy at the bar?” I surmise, and she nods.
“He was two years older than me, but he got held back because he was, like, really thick. But he was handsome and over six feet, so all the girls fancied him anyway. One day when I was sixteen, he asked me out completely out of the blue. I was shocked; I didn’t realise he knew I existed.
But of course I said yes.”
Josh and I exchange a look. I don’t like how this is going.
“About a week after we started dating,” she continues, “he brough
