fantasty kiss - raj say hello (large ebook reader .TXT) 📗

to my room to start reading.
Three chapters and six different categories of dogs later, I lied my head against my headboard and touched my throbbing temples. I didn’t understand why he was doing this to us. We never had homework in his class and now he was making us do a report on the six different types and breeds of canines. That wasn’t even all the breeds, for which I was thankful.
I had a migraine from reading overload in a subject that I didn’t really care about. Leaning back against my brown headboard, I tried to figure out how I was going to put all that information into three hundred words and go into detail about them. At least if it was a thousand I could have something to work with.
After groaning, I dashed out of bed and down to the smoky kitchen where my father was attempting to cook something. He wasn’t succeeding.
“Done?” He asked using the drying towel to fan away some of the smoke.
“Nope,” I said popping the P at the end. “He wants it typed.”
“Oh.”
Oh? Oh! He expected me to get my homework done without a computer. He wouldn’t get me my own because he thought I’d look up internet chat sites. To be fair I had said that when I was thirteen. Four years later and he still wouldn’t let me have a computer. I have to use the ones at school or go to the public library. Or I’d go to Marina’s and use her computer. Her mother let her have on and all she used it for was chat with guys on it.
Okay, so I must admit I sounded a bit immature even just thinking to myself. My father was just looking out for me. He didn’t want anything happening to me because I was the only connection he had left to his wife. We didn’t speak much of my grandparents on her side. My grandmother was dead and my grandfather, well, I didn’t know. My mother never talked of him.
“Do you want to use mine or just go to the library?” He asked bringing me back to the conversation. He was fanning the smoke alarm that I thought would go off at any minute. I wasn’t sure what he was cooking exactly but whatever it was it was definitely ruined.
“Yours, please?”
“It’s in my room.”
I nodded and dashed off. His and Rebecca’s room was nice and tidy. The large king size bed was made neatly, three dark oak dressers and one large closet filled with my step mothers clothes. The 24 inch flat screen sat on the small dresser. Two night stands, one on each side of the bed with weird looking lamps that Becca got from the auction. Probably because no one in their right mind wanted it.
“Where in your room?!” I shouted over the loud hum of the vent trying to delude the air. Normally his computer sat on his bed or on top of the blue-ray player.
“On the bed!”
I left his room to go back to the kitchen.
“Papa, it’s not there.”
“Hmm, I probably left it at work. Sorry.”
I shrugged. “That’s fine. I’ll just go to the library.”
It was only a bit after four and the library didn’t close till eleven. There was plenty of time to get it done.
I hadn’t undressed so all I needed was to get my shoes on.
“Be careful.” My father warned before I turned to go upstairs.
“Always.” I smiled and ran upstairs quickly to get my things.
When I came downstairs, my father was standing in front of the door. “Cell phone?”
“Yes, papa.” I smiled again. “I will keep it on vibrate.”
“You know to be back by eleven, twelve at the latest. And call if you’re going to be later than that.”
“Got it. But it shouldn’t take me long.”
He nodded and moved aside.
I kind of hated that he was so protective but knew it was for the best.

Chapter Twelve
When I pulled into the empty library parking lot, I knew something was wrong. There was a large sign on the door saying that they would be closed for the next few days due to an infestation.
I shuddered only imagining what type of infestation they’d come across.
Sighing, I took out my cell and call Marina. She answered on the first ring and I asked if I could use her computer. She told me she was sorry but her mother had taken her computer today after a random guy showed up on her doorstep asking for sexygirl93.
I laughed aloud and asked how’d he gotten her address. I could almost see her shrugging through the phone as she said she didn’t know. That the really bad part was he was cute but he was like twenty four.
This made me laugh again. She told me her mom had freaked out and gone through her computer and phone. It was sheer luck she had erased all the random guys numbers in her phone this morning in second block. She had told me earlier that she had no use for them, that they were all pervs anyway.
So Marina was out. With her computer taken away her mom was going to be a bit more strict now.
I sat in the parking lot of the library and thought. I couldn’t go to Jack, though he had a computer, I couldn’t go to his house. Damn, I was out of options. I figured since I couldn’t type it up today that I’d just write it out.
But I didn’t want to go back home. Rebecca would just be getting home and I didn’t feel like hearing her voice. So I went where I normally went.
The night was a bit chillier than it had been for the past few nights. A sign that winter was on its way. It was about the end of September, only fourteen days until the Halloween month and my birthday.
I was wearing a jacket but it was still really cool, making me shiver a bit. I cursed myself for not checking the weather channel before I left the house. The sky was just a bit too dark when I left, clearly a sign rain was to come. I sat down at the dock for about fifteen minutes but was too cold to write anything. I was just about to get up and go back to my car when my phone rang.
As I answered my phone there was a loud clapping sound out over the water. It made me jump a bit.
“Yeah?” I asked over the now whipping wind.
“Layla?” Devin asked. “Where-you?”
I could barely hear him but thought that’s what I heard. “Going home!” I shouted into my phone.
It began a light drizzle and flecks of lightening brightened the sky above the river.
“Where are you, Layla?” He was screaming now so I could hear him.
I made a dash for my car, nearly slipping on the slick wood.
“At the dock!”
The rain had picked up now, soaking me within seconds.
Layla, go to the boat!” I heard him yell through the phone.
“But the boat is-”
“Go! It’s too dangerous to be driving right now. There’s a flash flood warning out.”
I groaned and did as he said. When I got to the boat it rocked fiercely as the water moved it to its harsh rhythm.
Climbing aboard was a bit difficult only having use of one hand. I yelped as I slipped onto the boat and into the wall.
“What happened?” Devin asked frantically.
I couldn’t answer him at the moment, I was preoccupied with not slipping and breaking my arm.
“Layla?”
“It’s locked!” I shouted trying to turn the knob.
“Dammit, I’m on my way.”
Something told me when I told him where I was he had decided he was on his way.
After he hung up I had half a mind to call him back and tell him to not worry about it. That I’d just go home. Something inside me prevented me from making that call.
I wanted to see Devin and this would be my chance to spend a little time with him. So I waited.
During the wait, though, I called my father and explained to him the library was closed and that I was going to Marina’s. He told me to be safe on the streets and watch out for idiot drivers.
About ten minutes later, a car pulled up to the boat, stopping a bit too quickly and recklessly for my liking.
Devin got out, racing up to the side of the boat, and I pettily wished I was as stable as him. He didn’t lose his footing nor did he almost break his neck climbing aboard. The rain had slowed a bit so I decided to blame the difference on the elements.
“Are you okay?” He asked pushing past me gently to get to the locked door. “I’m sorry but what the hell were you doing out here?”
There was a half-smile upon his lips as he scolded me. I shrugged as he opened the door and led me down the corridor that brought back sweet memories of two days ago. I found myself blushing in the darkness.
He left me then to go close the door so it wouldn’t flood his navy blue carpet. When he came back, he found the light switch easily and illuminated the dark space.
“God, you’re soaked,” he said taking in my wet demeanor. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes. You must be freezing.”
Actually, I wasn’t. My body had stopped its shuddering a little while ago. I was actually a little warm.
“Layla?” He asked looking at my face.
“Hmm?” I looked into his gorgeous green eyes and knew I never wanted to look away.
Now he really smiled. “Can you get undressed, love?’
I began to go through the motions of getting undressed. He went to a tiny dresser and pulled out some dry clothes. A long white t-shirt and a pair of red plaid boxers. I didn’t care what they were so long as they were dry.
When he came to stand in front of me, I had stripped down to my purple polka dotted panties and a bra that matched. The clothes were by my feet in a wet pile of mush.
“Good, but aren’t…” He grunted, holding back a smile. “Aren’t those wet, too?”
I put out my hands for the dry clothes and after he handed them to me, he pointed to a tiny wooden door in the corner.
Behind the folding door was a toilet, a small shower-and I do mean small, for like one person to fit in- and a small sink.
I removed the wet undergarments and put on the dry. When I came out he’d hung up my clothes to dry in the entranceway, turned on some heat, and now laid half dressed-I hoped-under the covers.
When I didn’t move from the doorway he said, “Put those on top of the others then come, get in bed.”
I did as I was told then climbed into bed next to him. there was a towel on the pillow were I now sat that I assumed was for my soaked hair. Both of my assumptions were correct. The towel was for my hair and he was indeed half-dressed. He moved closer to my now shaking body, using his body temperature to elevate mine.
“Th-thank you.” I stuttered.
“Are you going to tell me what you were doing out in a storm like that?”
I sighed. “I had homework.”
“You had homework? And…it was important to do this homework in the rain, why?”
“The library was closed, Marina’s in trouble, and…”
“And?”
“And I don’t know where you live,” I mumbled.
“So, you contemplated coming