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.

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

thinking about him and all the

getting angrier every time I just think about

in my

make our way to my locker so

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

would have something better to

my gaze forward, unflinching as I head for my locker. Only to

red lipstick is the word whore again.

also a group of

but none was the one

on the other hand just shake off the

It can be

them.”|| clicked my tongue

My books.

what I

sticky note taped to my

if you didn’t hear the first.” Tiffany read the

combination to your

are wet and sticky

use those books again. They were

threatening to embarrass me as I

laptop would

to hold in my tears as I stare at my ruined stuff. When the hell did this person

press my lips together as Tiffany curses under her breath while

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