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 been this much relieved

car as soon as Tiffany’s dad

swinging the strap of

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

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

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

to finish a history paper in the library that was due in a few

her brows knot. “You don’t seem fine Lai. Is it about….” She

I uttered. “Don’t say

after telling her father

about Brett?”

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

proven to

my hands fisting in

am I so angry about this when I clearly

through my nose and

“Of course you can.”

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

of students walking up and down the halls, some beside their

the hallway

usual for

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

was actually interested in her

| joked, nudging my shoulder against

still a red stain the lipstick had left that

locker the sound of cheerful

this early morning and weren’t surprised

a smirk emerged on her face. She starts walking, deliberately taking her time as her

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

wanted nothing more than to slam my fisted

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