Layla’s pov

I was embarrassed. Completely and utterly embarrassed. From what I could see, there were not one, not even two or three pairs of lingerie. No, there seemed to be plenty to give the entire town.

I was being dramatic but could you blame me?

And as I continue to look at the very thin green lace, fury soon replaced my embarrassment and made me grit my teeth until they hurt

Tiffany digs in, her nails hitting something hard that oddly sounded like cardboard.

She was more excited than I was. Not that I was excited, not one bit. In fact, I was the complete opposite.

She swishes the paper around until she gasped. “Layla you wouldn’t believe this.” She whispered in both awe and surprise.

“What is it?” | grit out every word. My anger wasn’t directed at her obviously.

“I think you just got a new phone.” She said breathily.

Was that my heart falling into my ass I felt?

Or was it blazing anger?

I didn’t know, but surely Tyler could be blamed for causing it.

“Shhhh!” The older woman hissed, her impatience whipping on her tongue as she moves the glasses to the bridge of her nose and looks at us angrily.

Tiffany looks over at her, her features drawing into irritation. “Oh keep quiet we’re not even that loud!” Tiffany huffed then goes back to searching through the bag and ignoring the glaring woman completely.

different reason than her. Somehow I

of a phone. It already looked more expensive than my own cracked screen one and I was sure it was something I wouldn’t be able to afford until a

iPhone 13. Lai…..” She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock as she stares at me and then back

and grab the box from Tiffany’s hand,

I was wrong.

screen nearly blinding me and I swore I heard the sound

This was ridiculous.

of the phone that got me rigid with anger. It was the

of the arrangement, I’ll still

knew it was him. I mean who else would it be, surely not the janitor? Or the homeless man who sat beside the curb in the

little note,

I turn to her only to see her digging more into the

as I thrust it back into the bag. I also

you must really be giving it to him good for him to spend so much

snap my eyes to glare at her. “Tif this isn’t a joke! I didn’t ask him

mean the guy has good taste in lingerie. I say you

shook my head, grabbing a hold of my school bag. “I’m

and phone. I cringed inwardly. Did he really think

I walk around the

it

to write…” Tiffany drawled, looking down at the paper she was writing then at me,

when I give it back to him Tif. Finish your paper it’s more important

catch up as soon as I can!” She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry

through the

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