The Teacher

Layla's POV
"hey, Layla right?" Danny asks.
"Yeah, Danny right?" I said mocking him.
"The one and only." He says while winking. "Okay that was really cocky." He says. I start to laugh.
"Yep, just a bit." We both start laughing when Harry gets on to us. A little while later, there was a few more minutes in class when Harry tells us about a project we will have to do. We're to pick a person out of the hat and that's our partner. Harry goes by letting every guy pick and he gets to Danny.
"Danny, who did you get?" He asks.
"Layla." Danny says and looks my way. Then he winks at me. Of course I blush because he I handsome as hell. I can see Harry staring at me. He looks as if he very jealous. Well that's your fault for gettin with that skanky ass teacher. I think to myself.
"Layla. Please see me after class." He says. "I need to discuss your grade with you." He says. He continues to let the class pick out of the hat. Class ends and Danny comes over to me.
"Well I guess I'm gonna need your number." He says with a very charming smile.
"Yeah." I start blushing again.
"You know, you're cute when you blush." He whispers in my ear and walks out. I turn to Harry while smiling and biting my lip. If you thought I was blushing then, you should see me now. Harry looks at me.
"Layla." Harry says with a serious look on his face. "I'm sorry."

Notes

Heyyyy guys, sorry for not posting in a while. New chapter will be up soon. I might be doing another story. Let me know if you think I should make another one, while continuing this one of course.
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