Layla’s pov

| crumble the paper in my hand and let it fall to the floor. My brain goes haywire on many possible people who would even go this far as to warn me off of Tyler.

It was pretty obvious it was him. Who else would they warn me off?

I bit into my lip I take my bag out of the locker, ignoring the whispering behind. Their stares feel nasty on my back, it’s tickling me uneasily.

I want to turn around and shout at them to leave me alone.

But I also didn’t want to show them that their stares, giggles, and words were affecting me.

I was never someone who was weak.

I unzipped my bag taking out some napkins. I always have them just in case I have to clean the desk. Sometimes the janitors don’t clean them properly.

I closed my locker when I got the napkin and started to clean off the red lipstick.

The giggles grow even louder and my jaw ticks.

How can they even find this remotely funny?

I shook my head while scrubbing harder. The red lip stick doesn’t quite move off properly, but I suppose it will do.

Crumbling the now red stained napkin in my hand, I turned around, kept my head up and walked away

I could feel all their states on my back, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.

Whoever did this was someone Tyler was obviously

with.

And Tyler was with a lot of girls.

But instantly, I have an inkling it was Karen’s doing. She did after all warn me off him before.

be pissed off that he sat beside me at lunch. And

Karen would go to any lengths to get

throw the napkin in the trash

way to my

stupid thing make me crumble. I had grown a backbone, I was not going to

I reached the classroom, my

it

picture attached to it. A picture of me beside my vandalized

fuck did this to you?

Like he cared.

I’m angry at him. For being the

to catch on to us. He was supposed to ignore me in

of his whores was threatening

I began to type my reply, a bit more

think did it? Ding ding! One

whores.

I’m apparently one of

it back in my bag while glar ing at the classroom door. Tyler was in there, probably

care when this was

his presence right now. I warned him that this would happen, but

water.

met with the same people who were laughing

I suppose making their

and walked past them with the inten tion of getting away from them as soon

stall, and locked the door. Pushing down the toilet seat, 1 sat down with a frustrated huff while placing my bag

just going to

about everything that happened. And no

my bag. I put it on

he supposed to

him by not opening the messages at all, not wanting to show him

few seconds later a new message pops on the screen. It’s Tiffany.

Topened it quickly.

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