Summary: Warren only agreed to go to homecoming to make Will jealous, but what happens when emotions are added into the equation?
I woke up feeling more confused than ever.
Two days. It had been two days since the kiss. Two days since Warren had even glanced in my direction. This was the most frustrated I had ever felt.
I tried sitting with him at lunch yesterday, and he completely blew me off. Every time I tried to approach him he just seemed to disappear. He wasn't even at the Paper Lantern last night. It was like he wanted nothing to do with me.
Warren had made it perfectly clear at the beginning that he was just in this to screw Will over, but what if that had changed? What if Warren was starting to like me as more than a friend. To be honest, I was pretty sure I was falling for him. Too fast. I was still stuck on why he would kiss me like that. He must have some feelings, right?
I groaned, throwing my head back down on my pillow in frustration. I pulled myself out of bed, pulling on the first outfit I could find before going downstairs, not even realizing I had pulled on the only black shirt I owned; an oversized vintage band t-shirt from the concert where my parents met. I added a pair of dark jean shorts, feeling oddly Warren-esque in the outfit. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail to finish the look. As I walked downstairs I was met by my mother's shocked voice.
"Layla Rose Williams, are you wearing black?"
"Yep." I plopped down at the kitchen counter hoping my mom would just drop it.
"Layla, I've been trying to get you to wear something that isn't green or yellow for years, and you're telling me it's just that easy?" I shrugged, sighing. "Are you sure it doesn't have to do with a certain boy?" I choked on my spit when my mom spoke, erupting in coughs. My mom gave me a knowing look as she handed me a glass of water and patted my back.
"How did you know?" I asked, desperately hoping Will hadn't blabbed to his parents or something.
"Mother's intuition." I scoffed and gave her a look, making her laugh again. "Okay, okay, I may have seen you a few nights ago when Warren Peace dropped you home." I tried not to look too horrified.
"So…how much did you see?" I asked desperately hoping she hadn't seen him kiss me and run off.
"If you're talking about the kiss, then yeah, I saw." I groaned, covering my face with my hands. My mother had seen my first kiss, that wasn't embarrassing at all. "Honey, I thought it was very sweet. I'd love to meet him sometime." The thought of Warren in the same room as my mother almost made me laugh out loud.
"I would have introduced him if he hadn't run off. Why are boys so weird?" I sat down at the island and rested my head against the granite.
"Boys will be boys, dear, if you want anything done you're going to have to confront him." I groaned again, not moving from where I was. I finally sat up after a few minutes when my mom placed a slice of toast in front of me.
"I guess I might as well tell you the whole story. I basically asked Warren to take me to Homecoming, so Will would think we were together and get jealous. Warren really dislikes Will because of his father, so it didn't take much to convince him to say yes." I took a bite of my toast, waiting for my mom to comment.
"Layla, that's awful." Despite her words, my mom seemed more amused than upset.
"Well, Warren really didn't seem to mind." I muttered, getting up to grab my coat and backpack from the sofa. I gave my mom a goodbye kiss on the cheek before walking out of the house.
Getting to school was basically a blur, since I could barely keep my mind off of Warren. My mom was right, if I wanted to get anything clear I had to be the one to talk to him. I spent the entire bus ride building up the nerve to confront Warren in person.
As I got off the bus, I found him almost immediately. As usual, he was sitting by the steps in front the school, book in hand. An unknown confidence built in me as I stormed towards him. By the look on his face, he definitely wasn't expecting me to do this.
The moment I was close enough, I grabbed onto the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him towards me and firmly pressing my lips against his.