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.

view I had never

out of the car as soon

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

away from this

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

home, and certainly didn’t feel like roaming the streets like a homeless

paper in the library that was due in a few hours. I needed all

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

breath I uttered. “Don’t say his name

walking away after telling her father goodbye and

I can’t talk about Brett?”

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

had proven to be on Karen’s

my teeth, my

about this when I clearly shouldn’t

a sharp breath through my nose and let

“Of course you can.”

his attention, I wanted to be happy for her and

students walking up and down the halls, some beside their

the hallway

for high

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

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

finally been granted.” | joked, nudging my

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 locker

the sound of

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

her face. She starts walking, deliberately taking her time as her posse follows behind

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

more than to slam

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