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.

into view I had

out of the car as soon as Tiffany’s dad stopped the

okay Lai?” Tiffany whispered while swinging the strap of her bag

okay. I wanted away from this

I would be able to stomach the sight, and surely didn’t think I’d be able to hold in my vomit if

go back home, and certainly didn’t feel like

was due in a few

gaze pinned on me, her brows knot. “You don’t seem fine Lai. Is

out a heavy breath I uttered. “Don’t say

father goodbye and thanking him for the

mean I can’t talk about Brett?” She whispered when she

remember his lips, and then remember where those lips had been

to be

my teeth, my

so angry about this when I clearly shouldn’t

hauled in a sharp breath through my nose and let

“Of course you can.”

she had finally gotten his attention, I wanted to be happy for her and not be a sulking idiot who was eating up

stepped foot into the building. There’s a massacre of students walking up and down the halls, some beside their lockers, some

the hallway

usual for

I looked over at her,

least one of us is happy. I just really hope Brett was actually interested in her and would not use her like he

been granted.” | joked, nudging

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 locker

my locker the sound

and I turned to see who was so cheerful this early morning and weren’t surprised

a smirk emerged on her face. She starts walking, deliberately taking her time as her posse

and hitting it good.” Karen giggled when she neared, her eyes taunting me as she

to slam my

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