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

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

her mouth opened in shock as

from Tiffany’s hand, opening it quickly to see if this was all just a joke and if there would be

I was wrong.

nearly blinding me and I swore I heard the sound of a

This was ridiculous.

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

of the arrangement, I’ll

name but I knew it was him. I mean who else would it be, surely not the

pulled off the blue little note, crumbling

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

thing from her hand, my face flaming as I thrust it back

it to him good for

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

guy has good taste in lingerie. I say you should

head, grabbing a hold of my school bag.

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

as I walk around the chair

going to give it back to him.” I

down at the paper she was writing then at me, seeming to

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

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

the door and walking through the hallway, my eyes browsed around in search of

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