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.

angry that I wasn’t thinking clearly. In fact, I didn’t want

thinking about him and all

angrier every time I just

whispered in my ear as she leans closer

to my locker so I could take

needles on my skin. I want to get out of their sight but I straightened my spine and just walked quicker. It was better to ignore them and pay

they would have something better

forward, unflinching as I head for my locker.

bolder red lipstick is the word whore again.

also a group of snorting

feet away from my locker, but none was the one I was looking

shock and outrage. I on the other hand just shake off

It can be

of them.”|| clicked my tongue while opening my

My books.

what I presume was clear

sticky note taped to my

second warning if you didn’t hear the first.” Tiffany read the note out

combination to your locker Lai,” Tiffany whispered

my books. Instantly my fingers are wet and sticky from touch ing the glue that made a mess on my

no way I can use those books again. They were

as I realize I had to buy all those

would

stare at my ruined stuff. When the hell did this person

curses under

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