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.

say that as of now she and Tyler were

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 just uttered.

loud so everyone managed to hear. They were feasting on

sneer, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. She never liked when I swept her threats to the side or ignored her jabs

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

drew my attention. Not only did they draw my attention but also my

drugs, no one. Except for her sister who so happens to

my mother, not after my dad left. After that, it

it.” I snapped, feeling fury run through my veins. I

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

but surely she could see

behind me. She didn’t like confrontation much and

to get out a few words, which I appreciated. Karen’s narrowed eyes flick over to her and her sneer turned sour. “And who is this, your bodyguard? Looks like a damn weasel to me.” She snorts, clearly the

more and could very well be mistaken as

her uncomfortable with the attention pushed onto her, I rise to my feet swiftly which caused Karen to take

taller than her, and never someone to retaliate with my fist. But she

clenched my hands into fists at my sides, plastering them to my body as though it would

could see Karen’s eyes shift unsurely. She didn’t know if to take a step back or straighten her spine to pretend like she had

what to do when she crossed her

until she alone would be able to hear my

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