Layla’s pov

I was embarrassed. Completely and utterly embarrassed. From what I could see, there were not one, not even two or three pairs of lingerie. No, there seemed to be plenty to give the entire town.

I was being dramatic but could you blame me?

And as I continue to look at the very thin green lace, fury soon replaced my embarrassment and made me grit my teeth until they hurt

Tiffany digs in, her nails hitting something hard that oddly sounded like cardboard.

She was more excited than I was. Not that I was excited, not one bit. In fact, I was the complete opposite.

She swishes the paper around until she gasped. “Layla you wouldn’t believe this.” She whispered in both awe and surprise.

“What is it?” | grit out every word. My anger wasn’t directed at her obviously.

“I think you just got a new phone.” She said breathily.

Was that my heart falling into my ass I felt?

Or was it blazing anger?

I didn’t know, but surely Tyler could be blamed for causing it.

“Shhhh!” The older woman hissed, her impatience whipping on her tongue as she moves the glasses to the bridge of her nose and looks at us angrily.

Tiffany looks over at her, her features drawing into irritation. “Oh keep quiet we’re not even that loud!” Tiffany huffed then goes back to searching through the bag and ignoring the glaring woman completely.

not angry myself for a completely different reason than her. Somehow I took pity

me asking Tiffany, she takes out the brand new box that had an image of a phone. It already looked more expensive than my own cracked screen one and I was sure it was something I wouldn’t be able to afford until

bought you an iPhone 13. Lai…..” She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock as she stares at me and

felt my jaw pop by the force I clenched my teeth. I reach over and grab the box from Tiffany’s hand, opening it quickly to see if this was all just a joke and if

I was wrong.

was a new phone inside, its uncracked screen nearly blinding me and I swore I heard the sound

This was ridiculous.

it wasn’t exactly the sight of the phone that got me rigid with anger. It was the little note Tyler left stuck

won’t come out of the arrangement, I’ll still be fucking you to

it was him. I mean who else would it be, surely not the janitor? Or the homeless man who sat beside the curb in the mornings and threw rocks at passerbyers?

off the blue little note, crumbling it

believe he bought these for you,” Tif snorted. I turn to her only to see

it

must really be giving it to him good for him to spend so much

eyes to glare at her. “Tif this isn’t

has good taste in lingerie. I say you should accept

head, grabbing a hold of my school bag. “I’m not

hold of the bag that had the lingerie and phone. I cringed inwardly. Did he really think I’d

as I walk around the

to give it back to him.”

I still need to write…” Tiffany drawled, looking down at

be there when I give it back to him Tif. Finish your paper it’s more

can!” She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry woman who didn’t surprise me when she sneered at

and walking through the hallway, my eyes browsed around in search of

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