Layla’s pov

“Mind telling me the street address of your house?” He asked after he starts the car.

I stayed silent for a few moments, contemplating if to tell him or not. I didn’t want Tyler to catch a glimpse of my house. As much as it pained me to admit. I was embarrassed by the house I grew up in.

It was never one to stand out amongst the other houses. If it did, it surely wasn’t because it screamed beauty, but the opposite. It stuck out like a sour thumb.

With the white paint chipping on the woods, the four stairs leading to the house ready to collapse under any weight and the door that would haunt anyone who so much as looked at it. My house looked more like a haunted house and not one you’d see on the first page of a home decor magazine.

So I lied and said a completely different street that was at least a five-minute walk to my house.

I felt his eyes on me, burning with a look of curiosity but I ignored him and kept my gaze forward. A feminutes into the drive, Tyler reaches over and fumbles with the radio.

Then a loud rap song blasted through the radio. My ears rang and my teeth grit.

How can boys possibly like stuff like that?

You can barely understand a word the rapper was spitting out.

I turn to Tyler, scowling when I noticed he was bobbing his head to the song. “Can you low this down please?” I yelled over the music.

Tyler looks at me from the corner of his eyes and furrowed his brows. “Did you say something?”

I nodded. “Yes. Can you lower the volume?” I yelled a little louder.

Tyler looks at me lost and confused. Rolling my eyes I decided to take matters into my own hands and lowed down the music.

“Hey!” Tyler grumbled displeased.

“It was too high Tyler. How can you possibly listen to a song so loud as this? My eardrums were about to explode!” || snapped.

He turns to stare at me for a second then turns back to the road. “Could’ve just asked for me to low it down if it was bothering you that much.” He grumbles lowly.

the boy the girls in the school were ‘dying’ for. He was just a teenager. An

And politely

hear you.”

it was too loud!”

guy for more than

miracle I tell

after I tell him that’s my stop. He stopped beside

I told him quickly before the car even came to a stop fully. My hands were already on the door handle ready to open

“Wait,” Tyler says.

I froze.

he want

I came to talk to you on the bleachers was because

“What happened earlier?” 1 played the dumb card. It always

guess not on

“You threw up on

arm out from his grasp. “Okay I remember, no need to make me

smirked, clearly liking that he was successfully

your expensive clothes?” I said sarcastically. Great, I just had to throw up

of thought before he let the

searching for any twitch of emotion that would let me know

again.” I didn’t say you will not pay me back

cold. Pay him

you mean?” I asked turning

you free on Saturdays?” He

“Why?”

can do to pay me back.” He smirks,

job are you talking

father was the mayor of this town and I’d definitely not want to be on Tyler’s bad side. If I refuse to work to pay for his damaged clothes. Will he set his father on my

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