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.

Tyler were supposedly broken

until we were nearly at eye level. “You listen and you

and not at all fazed by her

loud so everyone

blazing with anger and frustration. She never liked when I swept her threats to the side or ignored her jabs completely. She always loved

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

They drew my attention. Not only did they draw my

no one. Except for her sister who so happens to

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

veins. I could take anything she sends

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

Karen wanted attention but surely she could see that she was

behind

to her and her sneer turned sour. “And who is this, your bodyguard? Looks like a damn weasel

the bench, stiffening even more and could very well

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

with my fist. But she

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

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

figured out what to do when she crossed her arms under

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

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