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.

school finally came into view I

car as soon as Tiffany’s

okay Lai?” Tiffany whispered while swinging the strap

nod even though I obviously was lying. No I was not okay. I wanted away from this school because I didn’t want to see his face and Karen’s smoosh

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

and certainly didn’t feel like roaming the

was due in a few hours. I needed all the hours I could get

her concerned gaze pinned on me, her brows knot. “You

uttered. “Don’t

telling her father goodbye and

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

remember his

proven to

my teeth, my hands fisting

I so angry about this when I clearly shouldn’t

breath through my nose and let it out

“Of course you can.”

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

There’s a massacre of students walking up and down the halls, some beside their lockers, some

the hallway

usual for high

over at her, I can see the gleam in her eyes.

At least one of us is happy. I just really hope Brett was actually interested in

| joked, nudging

that hadn’t been wiped off clean. But thankfully, there were no nasty words

locker the sound of cheerful giggling

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

face. She starts

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

than to slam my fisted

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