LAYLA’S POV.
I had bolted out of school immediately the closing bell had rung. Waiting for the driver Bryan had assigned to me to meet me by the parking lot.
I bounce on one foot as I grew impatient as each second passed, looking back at intervals to see if anyone was following me or watching me.
“Where are you…?” I trail off as I dial the driver’s number.
He picks up the on the fourth ring “Where are you?” I lash into the phone.
“On my way ma’am, give me a few minutes” He replies calmly.
“Well I don’t have a few minutes, step on it” I grit cutting the call.
I run my hand through my hair as I look back again. I look up to see a figure close to the window, in the admin block.
That’s probably the teacher’s lounge, s**t! He’s watching me.
I try to remain as composed as possible, pr
