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.

not angry myself for a completely different reason than her. Somehow

asking Tiffany, she takes out the 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 able to afford until

Lai…..” She drawled out, her mouth opened in shock as she

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 a joke and if there would be nothing

I was wrong.

me and I

This was ridiculous.

sight of the phone that got me rigid with anger. It was the little note Tyler left stuck to

out of the arrangement, I’ll still be fucking

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

blue little note, crumbling it

you,” Tif snorted. I turn to her only to see her digging more into the bag, pulling

it back into the bag.

him good for him to spend so

this isn’t a joke! I didn’t ask him to

has good taste in lingerie. I say you should

a hold of my school bag. “I’m not going

the bag that had the lingerie and phone. I cringed inwardly.

as I walk around the chair to

to give it back

but, I still need to write…” Tiffany drawled, looking down at

to be there when I give it back to him Tif. Finish your paper it’s more important than this.” I said, already walking

as I can!” She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older

and walking through the hallway, my eyes

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