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 this much

the car as

Tiffany whispered while swinging the

okay. I wanted away from this school

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

home, and certainly didn’t feel

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

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

breath I uttered. “Don’t say his name please and

her father goodbye and thanking him

about Brett?” She whispered when she caught up to

friend, and then remember his lips,

now had proven to be on Karen’s body

my hands

I so angry about this when I clearly shouldn’t

sharp breath through my nose and let it out through my mouth

“Of course you can.”

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

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

the hallway

usual for

believe he talked to me…” She sighed and when I looked over at her, I can see the gleam in

Brett was actually interested in her and would not

| joked, nudging

the lipstick had left that hadn’t been wiped off clean. But thankfully, there were no nasty

my locker the sound of

who was so cheerful this early morning

face. She starts walking, deliberately

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

than to slam my fisted hands on

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