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.

came into view I had never been this much relieved

out of the car as soon as

while swinging the strap of her bag

wanted away from this school because I didn’t want to see

surely didn’t think I’d be able to hold in my vomit if I

certainly didn’t feel like roaming the streets like a

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

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

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

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 lips had

had proven to be on Karen’s body

my hands fisting in

about this when

hauled in a sharp breath through my nose and let it out through my mouth before

“Of course you can.”

she had finally gotten his attention, I wanted to be happy for her and not be a sulking

massacre of students walking up and down the halls, some beside their lockers, some playing with a ball in

the hallway

usual for

She sighed and when I looked over at

just really hope Brett was actually interested in her and would not use her like he has done

been granted.” | joked,

lipstick had left that hadn’t been wiped off clean. But thankfully, there were no nasty words painted on my

locker the sound of cheerful

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

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

at my place. Left late after eat ing and hitting it good.” Karen giggled when she neared, her eyes taunting me as she whips her blonde hair over

to slam my fisted hands

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