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.

wanted to correct her and say that as of now she and Tyler were supposedly

we were nearly at eye level. “You listen and you listen well. Stay away from my man. He’s mine

all fazed by

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

into a sneer, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. She never liked when I swept her

the daughter of a crackhead. You might just turn like her if you’re not too careful.” She

attention. Not only did they draw my attention but also

drugs, no one.

After that, it seems

I could take anything she sends

one I’d rather not discuss

attention but surely she could

Karen.” Tiffany manages to murmur behind

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

bench, stiffening even more and

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

to retaliate with my fist. But she was pushing it and I was quickly getting a raving

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

didn’t know if to take a step back or straighten her spine to pretend like she had

crossed her

least bit fazed, I only leaned forward until she alone

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