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.

wanted to correct her and say that as of now she and Tyler were supposedly broken up, but I bit my tongue and just decided to roll

like that and bent lower until we were nearly at eye level. “You listen and you listen well. Stay away from my

fazed by her threat, I just

though I spoke lowly, it sounds pretty loud so everyone managed to hear. They were feasting on this, I could

her threats to the side or ignored her jabs completely. She always loved the attention and this time it was

just turn like her if you’re not too careful.”

Not only did they draw

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

left. After that, it seems like

my veins. I could take anything she sends at me, but not

family was a sore subject for me, one I’d rather not discuss during school where they were

surely she could see that

Tiffany manages to murmur behind me. She didn’t like confrontation much

and her sneer turned sour. “And who is this, your bodyguard? Looks like a damn weasel to

the bench, stiffening even more and could very well be mistaken

attention pushed onto her, I rise to my feet swiftly which caused Karen to take a staggering step back

to retaliate with my fist. But she was pushing it and I was quickly getting a

to my body as though it would help me from the sudden itch to sock

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

suppose she figured out what to do when she crossed her arms under her breasts and glared

until she alone would

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255