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.

finally came into view I had never been this much relieved

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

swinging the strap of her bag over

obviously was lying. No I was not okay. I wanted away from this school because I didn’t want to see

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

certainly didn’t feel like

that was due in a few hours. I needed

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

I uttered. “Don’t say his name

father goodbye and thanking him

Brett?” She

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

proven to be on

teeth, my

I so angry about this when I

nose and let it

“Of course you can.”

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

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

the hallway

for high

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

really hope Brett was actually interested in her and would not

wish had finally 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

locker the sound of cheerful

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

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

Karen giggled when she neared, her eyes taunting me as she whips her blonde hair over

than to slam my fisted

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