Tyler held his breath, which was an odd thing for him to do. Why was he holding his breath? He didn’t know

And then he exhales when Brett answered, confused as hell. “Layla Campbell? Girl with glasses with a best friend that keeps trying to get my attention?”

Tyler grew confused by Brett’s description before it clicked. Ahh, he was talking about the girl who was always stuck to Layla’s side.

“Yeah that one,” Tyler said, rolling out of bed to switch on the lights.

“What do you want with her number? Isn’t she like Karen’s cousin. You know that girl is bat shit crazy man, messing with her cousin would make her lose her shit.” Brett said.

Tyler noted that he can hear him clearer and lesser of the music,

He must’ve gone someplace quieter.

“She is?” His brows pinched. He hadn’t known that.

Karen never mentioned having family going to the same school as them. Then again Karen was a very private person, especially concerning her family.

Not that Tyler was complaining. Karen and he was only together to share physical pleasure and nothing more. The only reason why he kept accepting her back was because she gave good head.

Apart from that, he was the least bit interested in her.

Which was a douchey way of seeing her, but Tyler was always honest.

And sometimes being honest never quite worked out for him. Like the day Karen kneed him in the balls because he confessed another girl sucked his cock.

It was not like they were exclusive. They just fucked occasionally, it was her fault for trying to put a label on something that would never happen.

Still he wondered with curiosity and slight shock how the two can be related when they were by far opposites

boisterous, petty, and can be very shallow. But Layla, she was soft spoken pretty and walked with an air of toughness around

tell she

tough shell

Jonathan a few months back when someone heard her call Layla cousin.”

before? Was it because he never cared about who Karen talked

what you want with Layla’s number?” He sang, pulling Tyler

of thoughts

a rule

them. Brett was his best friend who

he really keep something like

shock, that for her,

head. It was the way her lips had

out on me?’

that he did not go to

He was hot.

her number, Brett. It’s not what you thinking.” He

her number.

other line before sighing loudly. “I don’t have Layla’s number but I do have her friend’s brother’s number. The new kid

hands feeling a little sweaty as Brett finishes. “I’ll text you her number when I get

breathed out in relief which was embarrassing but he hoped Brett hadn’t picked up

know what was wrong with

room, every now and then groaning in frustration by the flashes

One single girl

Why?

he always ask himself that question, or would he be able to

throbbing pull. His cock was getting

until he was sure he moved some from their

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