Right Text Wrong Number (Offsides Book 1) by Natalie Decker

Author:Natalie Decker [Decker, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sports, young adult, football, teen, Sex, dating
ISBN: 9781946700193
Publisher: Swoon Romance
Published: 2017-07-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tyler

I spin my phone on my desk. We’re going over all the bones in the body in Biology 2 today. I stare at sheets before me, as my mind slowly wonders. Mr. Yars is so boring. His tone, demeanor, everything is just so monotone and slow.

I’m about to fall asleep, which wouldn’t be a first for me. I strain to keep my eyes from glazing over. I turn in my seat and notice Layla at the door. She knocks a few times and Mr. Yars says, “Enter.”

She walks over to the desk and asks, “Mr. Yars, I missed some things second period, would you mind if I sat in this class and took the rest of the notes? I have a pass from Mrs. Hatlock that it’s okay to be here.” She hands over a yellow slip and Mr. Yars waves her off.

“Go take a free seat. Same rules apply to you this period as they do when you have me at second.”

She nods and scans the room. The only free seat is at my table because Harris is out sick.

She heads over and plops down in the chair beside me. I haven’t sat this close to Layla since I was in sixth grade. Her scent hits me hard, and damn the girl smells delicious. Toasted marshmallows and something else. Pumpkin pie?

Whatever it is has me perking up. I smile at her but she doesn’t respond. Right. She hates me.

She flips her notebook open and I glance at it then say, “Whoa.” I can’t help it, it just spills out and she instantly glares at me. I knew with her dyslexia her spelling would be a little bad but dang man her notes look like flipping Chinese.

“What?” she says as a blush spreads across her cheeks.

I turn the notebook toward me but she snatches it back. “Stop,” she whispers. “Please.”

“I’m not going to make fun of you,” I say.

She grits her teeth. “I can’t spell well.”

“Okay. Do you want me to go over what’s really on the board? Because if you write any of that crap down you’re going to get an F.” I know that sounds horrible but I can’t sit here and watch her struggle. It’s killing me.

“You don’t have to help,” she says. I can hear the stubbornness in her tone.

“Well, too bad.” Damn girl is going to be the death of me I can feel it.

I take notes and make sure that I get every bit down for her even though she’s sitting beside me and writing away. As soon as the class bell rings I kick her bag out of the way to distract her so I can steal her notebook. Some of her things go sailing across the floor. Do I feel like shit after doing it? Yes. But she would have never handed it over willingly. Not to me at least.

She glares at me before taking off to retrieve her bag. “You’re such an asshole!”

I smile. As soon as she turns her back I grab her notebook and shove it in my bag.

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