"Please leave."
"What?" He shot her a bewildered stare.
"I think you need to leave Darren, my dad looks pretty mad." Layla said and began rummaging through the cluster of paper wrappers and boxes defiling the couch for the remote, while mumbling, "you've ruined everything!" under her breath.
Upon finding it, she ejected the DVD that had been playing from the player and switched off the T.V. before proceeding to frantically stack up all the stuff that Darren had bought.
"Mad? Why would he be mad? I used to come over to your place all the time, I'm sure he doesn't mind, he must just be tired-"
He was delaying her.
She needed him to leave before her father sleeps.
"Dad is more strict than mom, he doesn't want me inviting boys over and letting them stay ti
