"My life wasn't worth living until you."
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When Layla Greene struggles to handle the death of her best friend, her father decides to uproot and move her family to California in aims to keep her on the right track he put...
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Song for this chapter: Queen
- Shawn Mendes
It's finally lunchtime, and I've never been more excited to eat in my whole seventeen years of existence. I'm starving.
I just got out of math class, and when I say I wanted to cry, I wanted to drown in a puddle of my own tears. Math would be the death of me. I hated every single minute of that lesson. Don't get me wrong, I was good at it, but that didn't lessen the burning hatred I felt and the overwhelming feeling of dread that appeared every time I thought about it. Whoever liked math was a psychopath, it's scientifically proven, by me.
I march over to Lydia's locker, expecting her to already be stood and waiting, but she isn't. Leaning against her locker, I closed my eyes briefly, not liking the painful stinging that reminded me of how tired I was.
I hear her before I see her.
"I'm fuming. I'm absolutely fucking fuming." She screeches, and I quickly open my eyes to see her storming towards me angrily. "Reece and the devil's advocate were flirting! FLIRTING! Right in front of my face. Right there, in front of me! Can you believe it?" She rants, her eyes flickering with an angry fire.
"Are you sure they were flirting-"
"No. In all honesty I'm not sure. But I don't give a flying fuck! She's a bitch and he shouldn't be talking to her, or letting her touch him with those perfectly manicured nails, or even letting her look at him with her beautiful eyes-" her face screws up in distaste, "why does she have to be so pretty?" She groans and then rests her forehead on my shoulder, grumbling some colourful words under her breath.
"Yes she's pretty, but so are you. And unlike her, you have the pretty personality to match." I tell her, but the frown remains on her face. I lightly tap her on the cheek, and watches as her face turns horrified.
"Abuse! Abuse!" She screeches and then hits me back, way harder.
"What the hell?" I spit but she just smiled at me.
"Payback for pushing me into that bush this morning." She grins, then takes my hand and pulls me into the cafeteria. "Hmm, smells nice. What do you want?" She asks me and I take time to subtly sniff the air. She's right, it does smell nice.
"Burgers, I think."
"Hmm, I think so too." She says and then marches up to the line, grabbing us two trays and the cutlery to go with. "What about dessert?" She asks, I'm surprised drool isn't dripping down both of our mouths.
