Layla's POV
"Can we sit somewhere outside the library?" she asked.
I looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
Outside?
That was never a good sign.
"We can't really talk properly in here," she added, lowering her voice.
I glanced around the library.
She wasn't wrong. Too many people. Too many curious eyes. But something about the way she said it made me feel like she had been waiting for this conversation.
I checked the time on my phone.
Twelve minutes late.
Great.
At this point, what was another few minutes?
She was lucky I was even slightly interested in whatever she had to say. Otherwise, I would have already walked away and left her standing there.
"Fine," I said.
I walked out before she could say anything else.
She followed.
We ended up in the cafeteria, sitting at a table t
