Layla’s pov

Arching my brow up, I asked her. “Can I help you?

Her glare turns nastier, not that I expected anything less. Her hands go to her hips, her pink nails nearly blinding my eye

Tiffany stiffens beside me.

“Are you that obsessed with me cousin?” She snarls, eyes flashing as she bends a little.

Her breasts nearly spilling out of her sports bra. It was clearly too small for her.

I look at her blankly, blinked and then turned my attention back to my bottle before taking another sip. I was ignoring her completely and she clearly didn’t appreciate it.

  1. 1. Did. Not. Care. The. Slightest.

“You are, aren’t you, you bitch!” She screeched.

I winced by how her voice nearly pierced my eardrums. God, someone needed to put a muzzle on that girl.

Seeing that she didn’t seem to want to move her gaze awafrom me anytime soon, I sighed and gave her the attention she desperately needed. “What the hell are you talking about Karen?”

Her eyes narrowed and I winced inwardly by how long and creepy her fake lashes were. I’m surprised she hadn’t sweat it out from the run. Must’ve glued it pretty securely on there.

“Tyler! I’m talking about Tyler! You want everything I have you whore. You want my life, my family and now my boyfriend!” She screeched and the vein in her neck pulsed out.

Any louder and she might just manage to burst it.

now she and Tyler were supposedly broken up, but I bit my tongue and just decided to roll my

we were nearly at eye level. “You listen and you

and not at all fazed by her threat,

so silent that even though I spoke lowly, it sounds pretty loud so everyone managed

when I swept her

nothing but the daughter of a crackhead. You might just turn like her if you’re not too careful.”

They drew my attention. Not only did they draw my

about my mother’s problems with drugs, no one. Except for her sister who so happens

that, it seems

my veins. I

rather not discuss during school where they were many eyes

but surely she could see that she was going a

to murmur behind me.

words, which I appreciated. Karen’s narrowed eyes flick over to her and her sneer turned sour. “And who is this, your bodyguard? Looks like a damn weasel

the bench, stiffening even more and could very well

uncomfortable with the attention pushed onto her, I rise to my feet swiftly which caused Karen

my fist. But she

clenched my hands into fists at my sides, plastering them to my body as though it

She didn’t know if to take a step back or straighten her spine to

crossed her arms under her breasts and glared down at

I only leaned forward until she alone would be able

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