Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 112

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 had never been this much relieved and

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

Lai?” Tiffany whispered while swinging the strap of her

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

think

I couldn’t go back home, and certainly didn’t feel like roaming the streets like

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

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

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

walking away after telling her father goodbye and thanking him for the

that mean I can’t talk about Brett?”

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

to be on

my

angry about this when I clearly shouldn’t

through my nose and let it out

“Of course you can.”

dreaming for years about Brett. Now that she had finally gotten his attention, I wanted to be happy for her and not

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

the hallway. 

for high

and when I looked over

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

granted.” | joked, nudging my shoulder

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

my locker the sound of

was so cheerful this early morning and

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

came last night at my place. Left late after eat ing and hitting it good.” Karen giggled

slam my fisted hands on

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