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.

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

more expensive than my own cracked screen one and I was sure it was something I

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

clenched my teeth. I reach over and grab the box from Tiffany’s hand, opening it quickly to see if this was all just a joke and if there would be

I was wrong.

new phone inside, its uncracked screen nearly blinding me and I swore I heard the sound of

This was ridiculous.

that got me rigid with anger. It was the little note Tyler

the arrangement, I’ll still be fucking you to

name but I 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 mornings and threw

pulled off the blue little note, crumbling it in my

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

as I thrust it back into the bag. I also throw in the phone

him good for him

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

the guy has good taste in lingerie. I say

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

grab a hold of the bag that had the lingerie and phone. I cringed

as I walk

going to give it back to him.”

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

to him Tif. Finish your paper

can!” She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry woman who didn’t

out the door and walking through the hallway, my eyes browsed

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