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

as soon as Tiffany’s dad

whispered while swinging the strap of her bag over

nod even though I obviously was lying. No I was not okay. I 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 did see them

couldn’t go back home, and certainly didn’t

that was due

her brows knot. “You don’t seem fine Lai. Is it

I uttered. “Don’t say his name please

her father

mean I can’t talk about Brett?” She whispered when she

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

now had proven to be on Karen’s body

my teeth, my hands

about this when I clearly shouldn’t

a sharp breath through my nose and

“Of course you can.”

I wanted to be happy for her and not be a

massacre of students walking up and

the hallway

for

when I looked over at her, I can see

one of us is happy. I just really hope Brett was actually interested in

finally been granted.” | joked, nudging my shoulder

giggled and we walked toward my locker. There’s still a red stain the lipstick had left that hadn’t

my locker the sound of cheerful

early morning and weren’t surprised to see that it was Karen and her

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

came last night at my place. Left late after eat ing and hitting it good.” Karen giggled

wanted nothing more than to slam my fisted

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