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 never been

the car as

while swinging the strap of her bag over her

even though I obviously was lying. No I was not okay. I wanted away from this school because

sight, and surely didn’t think I’d be able to hold in my vomit if I did see

go back home, and certainly didn’t feel

have to finish a history paper in the library that was due in a few hours. I needed all the hours

pinned on me, her brows knot. “You don’t seem

out a heavy breath I uttered. “Don’t say his name please and neither

away after telling her father goodbye and thanking

that mean I can’t talk about Brett?”

and then remember his lips, and then remember

now had proven to

my hands fisting

I so angry about this when I clearly shouldn’t

sharp breath through my nose and let

“Of course you can.”

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

walking up and down the halls, some beside their lockers, some playing with a ball

the hallway

usual for

and when I looked over at her, I can see the gleam in

hope Brett was actually interested in her and

| joked, nudging

left that hadn’t been

sound of cheerful giggling

early morning and weren’t surprised to see

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

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

slam my fisted

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