Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 14

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 away from 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 say that as of now she and Tyler were supposedly broken up, but I bit

level. “You listen and you listen well. Stay away from my man. He’s mine got

all fazed by her threat,

sounds pretty loud so everyone managed to hear. They

frustration. She never liked when I swept her

a crackhead. You might just turn like her if you’re not

attention. Not only did they draw my attention but also

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

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

I snapped, feeling fury run through my veins. I could

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

Karen wanted attention but surely she could see that she was going a

manages to murmur behind me. She

sneer turned sour. “And who is this, your bodyguard? Looks like a damn weasel to me.” She snorts, clearly the question

bench, stiffening even more and could very well

attention pushed onto her, I rise to my feet swiftly which

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

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

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

when she crossed her arms under

I only leaned forward until she alone would be

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