Logans POV:
Right now I am drunk as hell!
Ever since I caught Ayla kissing Mack, I decided to get revenge. I saw a girl sitting by herself in a little black dress, and debated whether to introduce myself or not. As I pondered this difficult choice, someone beat me to it. As always, I was the bigger, stronger, man, and I moved him aside to grab her hand. I lead her to the middle of the club's dance floor and we danced. Next thing I knew, her lips were pressed against mine.
Ayla's pov:
As I walk into Logan's favorite club, my eyes wander to the dance floor. All of a sudden, I see it: Logan kissing another girl. My heart dropped to the floor, along with my emotions. I couldn't bear to see this despicable human being snagging a bimbo with no ass and no rack, then again I don't have an ass or rack either.
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Layla { Logan + Ayla }
FanfictionMy name is Ayla, and I'm Logan Paul's assistant because he doesn't know how to be an adult for the life of him. This is the story of how I fell in love with Logan Paul. Edit: WARNING VERY CRINGY! I made this when I was 15!
