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Layla throws her bag on her shoulder and starts the walk to school. Most of the others drive. She doesn't. She prefers to run or walk, unless, of course, Jake drops her off, then she is more than willing to sacrifice the exercise surrounded by nature just so she can sit in the car surrounded by his scent and pretty much swim in his masculinity and aura. She wanders mindlessly, still trying to figure out what happened in the office today. Does Jake really want her to come up with s*x-style punishments? It is what it sounded like he was implying, but if she got it all wrong, and she presented him with something like that would he look down on her? It would be so embarrassing. She sees the school gate and dodges quickly into the treeline as Wendy tries to hit her with her car, much like t