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.

a completely different reason than her. Somehow I took pity on the woman

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 a few years of

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

grab the box from Tiffany’s hand, opening it quickly to see if

I was wrong.

was a new phone inside, its uncracked screen nearly blinding me and I swore I heard the

This was ridiculous.

wasn’t exactly the sight of the phone that got me rigid with anger. It was the little note Tyler

the arrangement, I’ll still be fucking you to ‘pay

I mean who else would it be, surely not the janitor? Or the homeless man who

blue little note, crumbling

Tif snorted. I turn to her only to see her digging

quickly stood up, pulling out the thing from her hand, my face flaming as I thrust it back into the bag. I also throw in the phone

for

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

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

my head, grabbing a hold of my school bag.

phone. I cringed

Tiffany asked as I walk around the chair to plant myself on her

it back to him.” I

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

him Tif. Finish your paper it’s more important than

up as soon as I can!” She yelled, perhaps forgetting the older angry woman who didn’t surprise me when she

the hallway, my eyes browsed around in search

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