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.

I had never been

literally jumped out of the car as

swinging the strap

I wanted away from

think I would be able to stomach the sight, and surely didn’t think

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

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

pinned on me, her brows knot. “You

a heavy breath I uttered. “Don’t

started walking away after telling her father

I can’t talk about Brett?” She whispered when she caught up to

friend, and then remember his lips, and then remember where

proven to be

teeth, my

so angry about this when

and let it out through my mouth

“Of course you can.”

about Brett. Now that she had finally gotten his attention, I wanted

walking up and down the halls, some beside their

the hallway

usual for high

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

us is happy. I just really hope Brett was actually interested in her and would not use her like

wish had finally been granted.” | joked, nudging my shoulder against

toward my locker. There’s still a red stain the lipstick had left that hadn’t been wiped off clean. But thankfully, there were no nasty words painted on

the sound of cheerful giggling

see who was so cheerful this early

gaze fell on me and a smirk emerged on her face. She starts

good.” Karen giggled when she neared, her eyes taunting me as she whips her blonde hair

nothing more than to slam my fisted hands on

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