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

wasn’t getting it when I was thinking about him and all the little whores that could have possibly done this to my

getting angrier every time

Tiffany whispered in my ear as she leans

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

tiny needles on my skin. I want to get out of their sight but I straightened my spine and

tomorrow, they would have something better

forward, unflinching as I head

is the word whore again. This time bigger with an

group

locker, but none was the one I

the other hand just shake off the uncomfortable feeling and approached my locker with my

It can be

head while saying. “How mature of them.”|| clicked my tongue while opening my locker only to get

My books.

what

note taped to

if you didn’t hear the first.” Tiffany

your locker Lai,”

of my books. Instantly my fingers are

no way I can use those books

I

would have to

as I stare at my ruined stuff. When the hell did this person even get the

Tiffany curses under

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