The answer to the question....

Leyla walked with Brooklyn through the school hallway; she was totally annoyed “What the hell's

going on lately? That was the third guy this week, who wanted to go to the summer festival with me this year. First Ryan, then Freddy and now even slimy Ron from our class. Good thing that I can help you out counting the votes and handing out beverages, even if I am not with the cheerleaders.” She sighed; “What is wrong, is there – desperately looking for a date – printed on my forehead?” Brooklyn looked at her with a chuckle; “well I don't see anything on your forehead, but have you looked into the mirror lately?” Leyla grabbed her long dark hair with both hands and tied it into a ponytail. Her hair went almost to her butt if she wore it loose. “What do you mean?” "I mean that you look damn fine, you have curves in the right places, your skin is immaculate, you have beautiful eyes, full lips, and wonderful hair, so it's completely obvious why the boys are all over you. You have changed honey if you didn't notice, and you also dress differently than before, which is certainly thanks to me.” Leyla looked at her friend for a moment, speechless; “Are you crazy? I look the same as ever. Maybe I'm not ugly, but not more than the good average. Look around the school; there are countless pretty girls, the guys are the ones lacking looks and manners. So, when the next pimpled guy asks me to go to the festival with him, I'll scream, or even better, I will hang a sign around my neck, saying; 'I Love Gregory'.” Brooklyn grinned; "I would advise against that because Gabe could take it down the wrong pipe and feel animated to make a move on you. Does he leave you alone at the moment?" Leyla rolled her eyes; "can't say that. I just try to stay out of his way, but every time we cross paths, he stares at me in this unpleasant manner. Well, at least he didn't speak to me directly, after that apology-story a few days ago." As if it was cue, Gabe was coming with a few guys, into their direction through the hallway. He nodded, friendly, and winked at Leyla, as he walked past them. His gaze wandered across her flowered light summer dress, with the spaghetti straps and she got goosebumps, yes, she felt naked under his eyes. She pressed her books to her chest and gave him a noncommittal smile. “Did you see that?” She hissed at Brooklyn, “the guy undressed me again with his eyes, I always feel like I'm naked.” Brooklyn looked thoughtfully after the guys; “I know what you mean Leyla. Watch out, and be careful, as it looks, he is really into you. He probably wants to have you as a very special trophy in his collection, a trophy that belonged to his biggest enemy.”