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.

and Tyler were supposedly

at eye level. “You listen and you listen

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

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

never liked when I swept her threats to the side or ignored her jabs completely. She always loved the attention and this time it

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

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

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

to visit my mother, not after my dad left. After that, it seems like everyone followed in his footsteps and left mom and I

I snapped, feeling fury run through my veins. I could take anything she sends at me, but not

not discuss during school where they

she could see that she

behind me. She didn’t like confrontation

eyes flick over to her and her sneer turned

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

onto her, I rise to my feet swiftly which caused

with my fist.

I clenched my hands into fists at my sides, plastering them to my body as though it would help me from the sudden

know if to take a step back or straighten her

she crossed her

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

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