Layla’s pov

Arching my brow up, I asked her. “Can I help you?

Her glare turns nastier, not that I expected anything less. Her hands go to her hips, her pink nails nearly blinding my eye

Tiffany stiffens beside me.

“Are you that obsessed with me cousin?” She snarls, eyes flashing as she bends a little.

Her breasts nearly spilling out of her sports bra. It was clearly too small for her.

I look at her blankly, blinked and then turned my attention back to my bottle before taking another sip. I was ignoring her completely and she clearly didn’t appreciate it.

  1. 1. Did. Not. Care. The. Slightest.

“You are, aren’t you, you bitch!” She screeched.

I winced by how her voice nearly pierced my eardrums. God, someone needed to put a muzzle on that girl.

Seeing that she didn’t seem to want to move her gaze awafrom me anytime soon, I sighed and gave her the attention she desperately needed. “What the hell are you talking about Karen?”

Her eyes narrowed and I winced inwardly by how long and creepy her fake lashes were. I’m surprised she hadn’t sweat it out from the run. Must’ve glued it pretty securely on there.

“Tyler! I’m talking about Tyler! You want everything I have you whore. You want my life, my family and now my boyfriend!” She screeched and the vein in her neck pulsed out.

Any louder and she might just manage to burst it.

and Tyler were supposedly broken up, but I bit my tongue and just

that and bent lower until we were nearly at eye level. “You listen and you listen well. Stay

boredly and not at all fazed by her threat, I

lowly, it sounds pretty loud so

blazing with anger and frustration. She never liked when I swept her threats to the side or ignored her jabs completely. She always loved the attention and

a crackhead. You might just turn like her if you’re not too careful.” She sneered, turning her nose up in a snobbish

words. They drew my attention. Not only did they draw my attention but

with drugs, no one. Except for her sister who

not after my dad left. After that, it seems like

snapped, feeling fury run through my veins. I could take anything she

sore subject for me, one I’d rather not discuss during school

wanted attention but surely she could see that she was going a bit too

Karen.” Tiffany manages to murmur behind me. She didn’t like confrontation

to her and her sneer turned sour. “And who is this,

the bench, stiffening even more and

my feet swiftly which caused Karen to take a staggering

and never someone to retaliate with my fist.

fists at my sides, plastering them to my body as though it would help me from the sudden itch to sock

didn’t know if to take a step back or straighten her spine to pretend like she

do when she crossed her arms under her breasts and

the least bit fazed, I only leaned forward until she alone would be able to

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