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.

she and Tyler were supposedly broken up,

bent lower until we were nearly at eye level. “You

at her boredly and not at all fazed by her threat, I

I spoke lowly, it sounds pretty loud so everyone managed to hear. They were feasting on

swept her threats to the side or ignored her jabs completely. She

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

Not only did they draw my attention but also

about my mother’s problems with drugs, no one. Except for her

after my dad left. After that, it seems like everyone followed in his footsteps and left mom and I

fury run through my veins. I could take anything she sends at me,

I’d rather not discuss during school where

attention but surely she could see that she was

Tiffany manages to murmur behind me. She didn’t like confrontation much and

over to her and her sneer turned sour. “And who

on the bench, stiffening even more and could very well be mistaken as

her, I rise to my feet swiftly which caused Karen to

never someone to retaliate with my fist. But she was pushing it

sides, plastering them to my body as though

unsurely. She didn’t know if to take a step back

to do when she crossed her arms under her breasts

until she

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