Kyra's POV
1:31 p.m."Jacq-" I stop talking when I realized who was sitting in the chair behind the desk.
Is that-
Laila?
Absolutely not....
I spin on my feet and grab the knob when I feel a hand pull me back.
What the fuck.
I turn around, and to my surprise it was Mikayla that pulled my hand.
Without thinking twice, I bring my fist up, hitting her hard in the face.
Weirdo.
As I was about to hit her again, Laila grabs my hands, restricting me from doing anymore damage.
"Weh di fuck dis?" I snap angrily, looking between them.
"And bitch let me guh" I try to wiggle my way out of her hold but she wouldn't let me, so I kick her in her private area and then she finally lets me go.
Mi need fi get the fuck out...
I turn away from them and walk towards the door.
But when I try the knob it didn't budge.
I know you fucking lying.
"Bitch come open this mek mi come out. Mi have class right now" my tone is filled with anger as I turn around to face them.
Mikayla was standing up beside the office desk, staring at me with a sheepish grin.
I look away.
Can't believe I actually called that sicko my friend.
I should've known better.
"Kyra please, just hear me out" Laila speaks up, stepping towards me.
Bitch what?
"Just hear us out Kyra." they say in sync and my eyes widen at how weird they sounded together.
What the fuck is happening?
I blink at them.
"Look pon that." Kayla points at a projector that was placed on top of a small desk bedside the main desk.
What about it?
YOU ARE READING
It's Complicated
Romance"Kyra look pon mi" he lifts my chin up so my eyes could meet his. "Just say the word and we leff right now, yav dah power deh ma" he says, eyes never leaving mine. "The word?" I ask and he immediately opens his phone, dialing her number. "Ah, watch...