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.

now she and Tyler were supposedly broken up, but I bit my tongue and just decided to

didn’t like that and bent lower until we were nearly at eye level. “You listen and you listen

at her boredly and not at all fazed by her threat, I just uttered. “Are you

sounds pretty loud so everyone managed to hear. They were

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

turn like her if you’re

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

one. Except for her

my dad left. After that, it seems like everyone

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

family was a sore subject for me, one I’d rather not discuss during school where they were many eyes

but surely she could see that she was going

manages to murmur behind

which I appreciated. Karen’s narrowed eyes flick over to her and her sneer turned sour. “And

bench, stiffening even more and could very

my

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

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

unsurely. She didn’t know if to take a step back or straighten her spine

figured out what to do when she crossed her arms under her

fazed, I only leaned forward until she alone would be able

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