Layla was never someone who wanted attention. She loved to be alone, but what happens when the most popular guy in school takes an interest in her? Can she learn to open and trust him, or will he let her down like everyone else in her life?
I wake to my loud ass alarm and groan as I try to find my phone
I searched the floor for my phone and finally found it and pressed the small ass button that says stop
Why the fuck is the stop button smaller than the snooze?
I hop out of bed and head to my bathroom. The perks of being an only child are that I don't have to share a bathroom, and I'm lucky enough to have one attached to my room.
I do my morning routine and add a little concealer, highlight, and blush with a little bit of mascara. I look at myself in the mirror
Good enough
I walk over to my closet, picking out an outfit. Before I do, I check the weather on my phone, and it says it is going to be cold, so I pick something out that is comfy but cute.
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I grab my backpack and make my way downstairs to get some breakfast and grab an apple.
I check the time and head for the front door.
I pass my mom passed out on the couch, and I pull a blanket over her and kiss her on the head and walk out the door
I head out walking to school
Even though I can drive, I like walking in the fresh air in the morning; it helps me wake up
Making my way into school, but I see a group of people standing at the front of the stairs and see Jasper and his group of shitty friends.
Jasper; you stereotypical popular asshole that thinks everyone wants him
I mean, he's hot asf, but he's a total fuck boy, but such a fucking jerk and he treats girls like toys, so I try to keep my distance
lol like he would notice me anyways
I keep my head down as I pass them, but someone's foot sets itself in my path, and I trip over it.
Looking up for who the fuck thought it was ok to do that and I meet the eyes of Dylan.
Dylar is a fucking prick. He's about every sort of offensive thing you can imagine roped into one person.
He stands there laughing with his friends, and they all think it's so fucking funny to trip me.
I get up and flip them off before walking into school, hoping that the rest of my day isn't total shit.
I walk into Mrs. Becka's classroom and take a seat in the backroom, where nobody will see me or bother me, and I put my headphones in while everyone makes their way into class.
I look up and see people shuffle through and see him.
