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Papa Don't Preach

Chapter Three: Crazy For You

The speed limit here is 30 and it's not just on resident roads, it's on all roads that don't have freeway attached to it. Corvettes are not made to be slow, they're made to be as fast as the wind, maybe even more so.

I pull up slowly in the parking lot filled with students ready to get on with their days. Me? I'm just trying to survive mine and hope I don't think I see him again. I'm also trying to put my past behind me, make a new person like everyone wants me to. But it's not that easy.

"Layana?" I heard my name called by a squeaky voice. I turned around to see a tiny blond haired girl. She was pretty, but sickly thin. Her leg must've been the size of my arm, probably even smaller. Her eyes were a cross between big and beady, somewhat in the middle, making up for the lack of boobs.

"Yea?" I furrowed my eyebrows a bit and looked at her confused.

"You don't know me. I'm Emma," she held out her hand. I didn't accept it. "Ok… I just wanted to welcome you to Degrassi and if you need anything you can find me."

"I think I'm getting an advisor today," I told her as politely as I could, which at the moment was pretty bad. The thing is, I have no clue when I'm getting an advisor or who it will be. I hope it's not her or else I'll feel like crap.

"Oh, ok," she nodded her head and quickly ducked out of view, into the sea of students mindlessly walking into the double doors. I had only walked in the doors when a teacher stopped me.

"Ms. Padma?" the same tiny teacher that had the pleasure of introducing me before tapped me lightly on the back. "They want you in the office, you're advisor should be waiting for you."

"Sure, one moment," I smiled as she turned away.

"Smile beautiful," he smirked and I gave him the cheesiest smile I could muster. We drove out to the beach last minute; bring only a few dollars, swimsuits, towels and our cameras. Ever since the day I directed him to In-and-Out we hadn't left each other's sides. Inseparable, was what my friends were starting to call us.

"I can see it now… Craig Manning: Photographer…" I ran over to him and settled in his lap. "Just keep on taking pictures of me and I'll boost your ego so much, you won't be able to sit down."

Click. "I could do covers of Rolling Stone," I grinned at the thought. "Or the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition," he joked and I playfully slapped his arm.

"Rolling Stone sound better," I beamed so wide my jaw cracked. As he laughed, I took a moment to look into his eyes. Beautiful was the only word that could best describe them. His hair was a complete mess, which only added to his sex appeal.

"Well, kissing you sounds even better," Craig tilted his head, looking straight into my eyes. Something I wasn't really used to.

"Yeah, it does," I breathed out slowly. Butterflies flew wild in my stomach, knots in my throat.

He leaned in slightly, touching my lips just barely. Sparks flew throughout my body, like a shock of electricity running in my veins. He pulled apart for a few then came back into me, harder than before. I pushed away, only to bring my other leg on right side of him, keeping my other on his left. He reached to my lower back, holding on to the small of my back. I brushed my hands through his salty hair, feeling its ragged roughness in my fingers. He leaned forward, bringing me to my back when we stopped.

"Can you say 'public display of affection?'" he smirked, looking down on me in a loving matter.

"You think that was affection? I call it fondling!" I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him again. "I would've let you gone further, sad eh?"

"Hey, that's good for me!" Craig kissed my forehead lightly and pushed my hair behind my ears. "I want to see your face."

I smiled and took off his sandy white tee shirt. "I wanna see your chest."

"Not fair!" he jokingly snapped the back of my swimsuit. "I wanna see!"

My face turned red, not from embarrassment that the man I was falling in love with was close to taking my top off, but from the joy that he brought me. Cheesy, I know. But it's the truth.

I smiled at the mere memory at him and held my chest up high as I strolled into the front office. Ms. Teacher, lady was there, motioning me to come over.

"Layana, over here," she folded her bony, manicured hands together. "He just went out for a quick drink, he'll be here soon."

"Ok," I cleared my throat. I guess I did get a bit emotional during my flashback because I had that gross mucus stuff you get when you're about to cry lodged in my throat. It tasted like crap.

The door opened from behind me and I quickly turned my body. I stood there, frozen with my mouth wide open. I look like a retard no doubt, but I can't process what is in front of me. It's not happening, I'm hallucinating, it's a look-a-like. It's. Not. Real. Smack yourself right now Layana, it's a dream. Wake up!

"Layana…"

Wake up, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP! This is all a dream, you're still in California, nothing has happened, everything is perfect. This is all a dream. Please God let this be a dream.

"… this is your adviser…"

The wind is blowing through your hair, speeding down the freeway. Soon you'll be at the beach, safe and sound. You will know nothing of this, Layana. Nothing of this.

"…Craig Manning."

A/N: Ok- I just want to let you know that the end italics are her thoughts during an important time, a time caused by Craig. It's a flashback like all the italics are, but it's a mind flashback. Sorry, kinda hard to explain but I think you guys are smart enough to get it.