Layla had trained really hard, and at first, she hadn't found it easy. It had been tough before she finally began to get the hang of things.
As for Logan, he was such a flirt.
She just couldn't understand why her emotions were always so out of control. Her face would turn red, and she would begin blushing at his little actions. Sometimes, she could hear her heart pounding hard against her ribcage as though it were about to burst out of her chest.
Honestly, she wasn't sure she could hold on any longer.
His presence gave her an unexplainable feeling.
'Maybe it's the mate thing he once told me about.'
Layla was currently lying on her bed, still daydreaming about herself and Logan, when her phone chimed, reminding her that she hadn't been on her phone all day.
It was a message from Betty.
Yeah, Betty—her college friend, or perhaps she could simply call her a coursemate.
"Layla, haven't heard from you in a while. What's up? Ain't showing up at school no more?"
