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.

off that he sat beside me at lunch. And

go to any lengths to

my teeth and throw the napkin in the trash

way to my

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

the

retrieve it from my bag, thinking it was Tiff. It was a

a picture attached to it. A picture of me

this to you? Are you okay

Like he cared.

For

to be careful. No one was supposed to catch on to us.

one of his whores was

frustration, I began to type my reply, a bit more roughly than I

do you think did it? Ding ding!

whores.

I’m apparently one

bag while glar ing at the classroom door. Tyler was in there, probably not even caring

care when this was

would happen, but he didn’t take heed. And now I’m the one who’s being pushed in

water.

to where I came from. I’m met with the same

were, I suppose making their way to their

and murmurs grew. I ignored them and walked past them with the inten tion of getting away from them as

door. Pushing down the toilet seat, 1 sat down with a frustrated huff while placing

was just going to wait

would have forgotten about everything that happened. And no one would care

out my phone from my bag. I put it on and my stomach

he supposed to be in

not opening the messages at all, not wanting to show him that I

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

Topened it quickly.

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