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.

so angry that I wasn’t thinking

and clearly, I wasn’t getting it when I was thinking about him and all the little whores that could have

every time I just think about

are staring,” Tiffany whispered in my

way to my locker so I could take the book I needed for my last class of

get out of their sight but I straightened my spine and just walked quicker. It was better to ignore them and pay them no

tomorrow, they would have something better to

unflinching as I head for my locker.

whore again. This time bigger

was also a group of

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

shock and outrage. I on the other hand just shake off the uncomfortable feeling and approached my

lipstick. It can be easily

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

My books.

were drenched in what I presume was clear

a sticky note taped

didn’t hear the first.” Tiffany read the note out

knows the combination to your locker Lai,”

while reaching out for one of my books. Instantly my fingers are wet and sticky from touch ing the glue that made a mess

way I can use those books again. They

blinked, tears threatening to embarrass me as I realize I had to buy all those books

laptop would have to

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

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

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