Layla’s pov

I feel like vomiting.

I’m fisting my hands on my lap, counting down the sec onds until we get to school.

I need to be alone, and get fresh air into my lungs so I can figure out how to not make this hurt.

Why does this hurt?

The arrangement was simply sex and no feelings at tached. I gave him the green light to sleep with other girls. I gave it to him.

Now I feel sick to my stomach and want to bawl out and cry like a baby.

Why do I feel jealous……

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I’m pinching my fingers as I look out the window while try ing my best to not barf in the car or start wailing out of nowhere.

“You shouldn’t care Layla,” I whispered lowly.

“Hmm did you say something Layla?” Henry asked in con fusion beside me.

I shook my head and try my best to drown out his talk about Tyler and Karen making him go bankrupt because they couldn’t keep away from each other.

I didn’t want to hear that Tyler and her hooked up the same day we broke things off.

Why did I just make it sound like we broke up?

I sighed heavily and rubbed my forehead.

the school finally came into view I had never

out of the car as

Tiffany whispered while swinging the strap

was lying. No I was not okay. I wanted away from this school

stomach the sight, and surely didn’t think I’d be able to

certainly didn’t feel like roaming

to finish a history paper in the library that was due in a few hours.

“You don’t seem fine Lai.

I uttered. “Don’t say

telling her father goodbye and

about Brett?” She whispered when

Brett would only make me remember his best friend, and then remember his lips,

proven to be on Karen’s

my hands

angry about this when I clearly shouldn’t

hauled in a sharp breath through my nose and let it out through my mouth before

“Of course you can.”

I wanted to be happy for

and down the halls, some beside their

the hallway

for

to me…” She sighed and when I looked over at her, I can see the gleam in her

I just really hope Brett was actually interested in her and would not use her like he has done to so many

finally been granted.” | joked,

giggled and we walked toward my locker. There’s still a red stain the lipstick had left that hadn’t been wiped off clean. But thankfully, there were no nasty words painted on my

the sound of

this early morning and weren’t surprised to see

me and a smirk emerged on her face. She starts walking, deliberately taking her

at my place. Left late after eat ing and hitting it good.” Karen giggled when she neared, her eyes taunting me

wanted nothing more than to slam my fisted hands on her smirking

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