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.

her and say that as of now she and Tyler were supposedly

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

her boredly and not at all fazed by her

silent that even though I spoke lowly, it sounds pretty loud so everyone managed to hear. They were feasting

upper lip curl into a sneer, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. She never liked when I swept her threats to the side

like her if you’re not too careful.” She sneered, turning her nose up in a snobbish

attention. Not only did they draw my

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

ever come to visit my mother, not after my dad left. After that, it seems like everyone

my veins. I

I’d rather not discuss during school where

she could see that she was going

alone Karen.” Tiffany manages to murmur behind

it. I’m surprised she managed to get out a few words, which I appreciated. Karen’s narrowed eyes flick over to her and her sneer turned sour. “And who

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

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

my fist. But she was pushing it and I was quickly

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

didn’t know if to take a step back or

out what to do when she crossed her

forward until she alone would be able to

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