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.

to correct her and say that as of now she and Tyler were supposedly broken up, but I bit my tongue and just decided to roll

eye level. “You listen and you

boredly and not at all fazed by her

loud

curl into a sneer, her eyes 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 this time it was no

daughter of a crackhead. You might just turn like her if you’re

my attention. Not only did they draw my attention

mother’s problems with drugs, no one. Except for her sister who

it seems like

through my veins. I could

for me, one I’d rather not discuss during school where they were many

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

behind me. She didn’t like confrontation much and would

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

even more and could very

the attention pushed onto her, I rise to my feet swiftly which caused Karen to take a staggering step back

taller than her, and never someone to retaliate with my fist. But she was pushing it and I was quickly getting

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

took a step forward and 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 crossed her arms under her breasts and glared

I only leaned forward until she alone

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