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.

at her face if I were not angry myself for a completely different reason than her. Somehow I took pity

brand new box that had an image 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

iPhone 13. Lai…..” She drawled out, her mouth opened in

jaw pop by the force I clenched my teeth. I reach over and grab the box from Tiffany’s hand, opening it quickly to see if this was all just

I was wrong.

its uncracked screen nearly blinding me and I swore I heard the

This was ridiculous.

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

I’ll still be fucking you to

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 mornings and

the blue little note, crumbling it in

these for you,” Tif snorted. I turn to her only

as I thrust it

really be giving it to him good for him to spend so

my eyes to glare at her. “Tif this isn’t a joke!

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

of my school bag.

and phone. I cringed inwardly. Did

I walk around the

give it

need to write…” Tiffany drawled, looking down at the

him Tif. Finish your paper it’s more important than this.” I said, already walking

She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry woman who

and walking through the hallway, my eyes browsed around

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255