Heart Trouble (EDITING)

My Missing Piece

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Layla's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The weeks after the incident passed smoothly. Perhaps a little too well. Life seem to revert back to the way it was before but somehow it didn't feel right.

Whenever the group of Ryder, Colin, and Hale would pass by me in the halls, we would act as if though the other was never there. My heart pained each time because I knew we would never be the way we were before when we would be comfortable around each other.

They no longer shared the same classes as me and didn't sit next to me during lunch as they promised. Of course the girls were all in protest and wondered the sudden change.

As I walked down the halls with my friends with those thoughts floating in my head while absent-mindingly listening to however Clara's goldfish died, the guys passed by us as they talked among themselves. I ducked my head down trying to hide from their sight range. When they finally crossed us, my body suddenly stopped without any recognition to my mind's orders and my head turned towards their direction. My eyes were glued onto their toned backs an my heart longed to run up to them and slap the back of their heads as a joke as if we were close friends.

"Layla. Layla? Layla!" Jo called. She snapped me out of my trance and I scurried to where they were.

"What happened?"

I smiled sincerely.

"Something that should have not happened."

The three gave my confused looks but I pulled them along with me so they would not reach to a conclusion for my sudden behavior.

"Let's go! Before all the tacos and fried chicken are gone! I will murder you if you guys make me miss my chicken!!!" I yelled at them jokingly. I loved eating fried chicken

Their features softened and let go of their suspicion that something was wrong.

We reached the cafeteria in record time and i was allowed to eat all the chicken I wanted to. God, the number of them I ate could feed a whole country. Not one friend said a peek because they knew they would have to face my fury if they interrupted me. While I was in the middle of my feast a group of girls came to our table. The cafeteria anticipating a cat fight grew quiet .

These type of girls were at least in every school. It was the so called the "popular" group. everyone knew they mostly gain their reputation from throwing themselves onto guys. They might as well cuddle into a ball on a big silver plate and have an apple in their mouth, if you know what I mean.

The girl with barely substantial clothing tapped my shoulder so I faced her while still nibbling on a drumstick. She threw me a disgusted look but I payed no mind to that. i knew I should be the one giving her that look instead. When I finished chewing and wiped my mouth, I spoke.

"Whatcha want?"

"Do you know what are manners?" A girl with a tank top that showcased her stomach and wearing booty shorts with many, I mean MANY, rips asked.

I shrugged and smirked.

"Do you know what clothes are? All I see are scraps of fabric and cloth. Did you find them at a dumpster near a clothing factory and sew them together yourself? It would explain it." I said innocently.

The crowd "ooh" and "burned".

Her eye twitched and her fist tightened. It seemed like her fake eyelash was going to fall off with her wild twitching of the eye. Another girl that was better clothed but only a little better stood in front of her.

"We're not here to argue. We just want to meet you after lunch out in the alley in the outdoor garden. Go straight there. I'm sure your grade or whatever won't be affected. It will be quick and don't bring any of your buddies." She said.