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.

myself for a completely different reason than her. Somehow I took

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

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

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 there

I was wrong.

inside, its uncracked screen nearly blinding me and

This was ridiculous.

got me rigid with anger. It was the little note Tyler left stuck to

the arrangement, I’ll still be fucking you

knew it was him. I mean who else would it be, surely not the janitor? Or the homeless man who sat

off the blue little note, crumbling it in

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

the thing from her hand, my face flaming as I thrust it back into the

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

glare at her. “Tif this isn’t a joke! I

mean the guy has good taste in

a hold of my school bag. “I’m not

had the lingerie and phone. I cringed inwardly. Did he really think I’d accept this

I walk

going to give it

to write…” Tiffany drawled, looking down at the paper she was writing then at me, seeming to

it back to him Tif. Finish your

perhaps forgetting the older angry woman who didn’t surprise me when she

out the door and walking through the

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