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WASHINGTON METROPOLITAN HIGH SCHOOL***

Jaime and Layla sat in the class, each of them not uttering out a word.

Jaime glanced at Layla who was staring at the table as though there's something fascinating about it.

He had managed to console her and her tears had subdued.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked, breaking the silence that ensued between them.

"I'm fine," Layla said.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked.

Layla shook her head.

"I understand. Just know if you need someone to talk to, I'll be here for you" he muttered.

Layla took her eyes from the table to stare at him. She was expecting...