"Protection?" Layla stared at him.
"Yes?" Nerdy said tentatively.
"What the hell? Where have you been through all this. Hello! Of course, we used protection. I walk with it everywhere! You were the one complaining when I took it out for you!"
"Oh my God. I wasn't?" Nerdyy wasn't sure if he should sit or stand. His legs were feeling a bit weak, and yet, he wasn't sure it was right to sit on the bed again.
"You forgot it all! Here it is!" She rummaged in her bag again and brandished...her gun. "Here's my protection, my dear sweetcakes! Remember now?" She smiled at him and put her gun down, going back to brushing her hair.
Nerdyy stared at her, trying to untangle his thoughts. She's talking about her gun, so what's that mean? Is she still drunk?
"Layla, what happened last night?"
"What do you mean, last night? You got soooo drunk man. And then DM- OMG You'll never guess what, I mean who! That bartender, the one who brought you in here when you fell off the table! GUESS WHO HE IS?"
"Oh please, I can't take the suspense. Don't tell me it's Zalim Rapist."
"No! It's DM! Can you believe this?" Layla stopped brushing her hair and sprang out of bed, the blankets falling off. Nerdyy winced and then blinked.
"Layla, your clothes."
Layla looked down at her clothes then looked back up at Nerdyy. "Yes, what about them?"
"They're, err, still on."
"Well, duhhhh! What did you thin-..." She stopped mid-sentence and stared at him. "Nerdyy! Wha...wait." She sat back down.
Nerdyy went and sat down beside her. "Um, nothing happened between you and I, right?"
"NO! Oh come on, no offense but, how would anything happen between us?"
"Err, you're the one with a degree in pulling men, remember. And I was fairly well intoxicated, judging by the throbbing in my head, and the fact I can't remember. But, really. Nothing happened right? I mean, no offense, but nothing can happen, we are, err, in a teacher and student situation."
"Romeyo! This is like...out of a Bollywood movie, man. What even made you think this? Even though I may seem otherwise, am a good girl. I don't do sheet like that."
Nerdy breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God!"
"I know! Thank God! You are pretty damn fit but if anything happened my brother would..."
A phone started ringing. Layla and Nerdyy looked around. Layla rummaged in her bag and pulled out her phone, and looked at the readout.
"Oh no!"
"Yes?" Nerdy said tentatively.
"What the hell? Where have you been through all this. Hello! Of course, we used protection. I walk with it everywhere! You were the one complaining when I took it out for you!"
"Oh my God. I wasn't?" Nerdyy wasn't sure if he should sit or stand. His legs were feeling a bit weak, and yet, he wasn't sure it was right to sit on the bed again.
"You forgot it all! Here it is!" She rummaged in her bag again and brandished...her gun. "Here's my protection, my dear sweetcakes! Remember now?" She smiled at him and put her gun down, going back to brushing her hair.
Nerdyy stared at her, trying to untangle his thoughts. She's talking about her gun, so what's that mean? Is she still drunk?
"Layla, what happened last night?"
"What do you mean, last night? You got soooo drunk man. And then DM- OMG You'll never guess what, I mean who! That bartender, the one who brought you in here when you fell off the table! GUESS WHO HE IS?"
"Oh please, I can't take the suspense. Don't tell me it's Zalim Rapist."
"No! It's DM! Can you believe this?" Layla stopped brushing her hair and sprang out of bed, the blankets falling off. Nerdyy winced and then blinked.
"Layla, your clothes."
Layla looked down at her clothes then looked back up at Nerdyy. "Yes, what about them?"
"They're, err, still on."
"Well, duhhhh! What did you thin-..." She stopped mid-sentence and stared at him. "Nerdyy! Wha...wait." She sat back down.
Nerdyy went and sat down beside her. "Um, nothing happened between you and I, right?"
"NO! Oh come on, no offense but, how would anything happen between us?"
"Err, you're the one with a degree in pulling men, remember. And I was fairly well intoxicated, judging by the throbbing in my head, and the fact I can't remember. But, really. Nothing happened right? I mean, no offense, but nothing can happen, we are, err, in a teacher and student situation."
"Romeyo! This is like...out of a Bollywood movie, man. What even made you think this? Even though I may seem otherwise, am a good girl. I don't do sheet like that."
Nerdy breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God!"
"I know! Thank God! You are pretty damn fit but if anything happened my brother would..."
A phone started ringing. Layla and Nerdyy looked around. Layla rummaged in her bag and pulled out her phone, and looked at the readout.
"Oh no!"
