Layla’s pov

“So what you’re going to do now?” Tiffany asked as she leaned against the wall of the stall.

| sighed and shrugged. “I’m just going to stay in here until the next class. I don’t want to face Tyler right now. I’m still angry at him.” | admitted while tearing my eyes away from Tiffany knowing she was giving me that ‘what the fuck look’ currently

“I understand where you’re coming from Lai, but the guy didn’t know this would’ve happened- ” Tiffany started but I cut her off.

“I told him it would happen Tif, I told him that we should act neutral around others. But no, he just had to sit beside me at lunch and just look at what happened!” | grit ted out, furiously glaring at the stall’s wall.

I wanted to have a drama free senior year.

Making that arrangement with Tyler only seemed to have pushed more drama in my life.

Tiffany sighs heavily and then crosses her ankles. “Okay, then if you’re hiding out here then I am too.” She

nods.

Five minutes later and she’s whining about her leg cramping. I had no choice but to get off the seat and let her have it.

I raised a brow in amusement. “I thought I was the one mopping, aren’t I the one supposed to be sitting?”

She shrugs. “Your knees are better than mine, I can’t stand for too long.”

The bell had just rung and Tif and I were heading out of the bathroom.

My phone had been buzzing with texts from Tyler but I refuse to answer him. I’m mad, and I’m getting even angrier every second that I think about how much this was his fault.

All he really had to do was pretend like we didn’t know each other.

I was being unnecessarily mean to him but I was so angry that I wasn’t thinking clearly. In fact, I

when I was thinking about him and all the little whores

getting angrier every time

whispered in my ear as she leans closer to

right, everyone was staring as we make our way to my locker so I could take the

feel like tiny needles on my skin. I want to get out of their sight

tomorrow, they would have something better to grasp their attention

unflinching as I head

bolder red lipstick is the word whore again.

also a group of

but none was the one I was looking

in shock and outrage. I on the other hand just shake off the uncomfortable feeling and approached my locker with my back straight

It can

of them.”|| clicked my

My books.

what I

sticky note taped

if you didn’t hear

to your locker Lai,” Tiffany

fingers are wet and

can use

embarrass me as I realize I had to buy all

would

tears as I stare at my ruined stuff. When the hell

press my lips together as Tiffany curses under her breath while looking at my

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