his story

she's hurt

Evans pov:
I look over to my phone which is buzzing with a lit up screen I look at the screen to see that Layla was  calling me I'm not sure why. A warmth engulfs me I answer
"Hello"
"Hey" Layla manages to get out with a sniffle. And I knew her too well to know that she was crying. My fist balls up as I ask why she is crying.

Layla's pov:

Tears fills my eyes one by one escaping my duct. I needed to tell him, my best friend. I reach for my phone as a tear drips from my chin, I type in E then my phone pops up Evan. I hit the button and the phone dials 3 rings in and I get an answer
"Hello" he answers
"Hey " respond with which is the only word I can pronounce without crying.
"Why are you crying" he asks which confuses me how did he know , until I realize I probably shouldn't have sniffled while he was listening.
"I don't know" I play it off
"Yes you do Layla"
"OK fine" I said before I spilled my guts and gave all of the gory details.

Evans pov :
I knew it was that asshole I say in my silence. Layla hung up when I got mad. So Layla's now ex hurt her. Layla was out going to get some stuff but soon was surrounded by many people who trapped her then he showed up a public breakup he ripped her heart out in millions of pieces in front of the whole student body. Why did no one warn her oh yea, cuz I'm her only friend that truly cares about her existence. Why doesn't she understand I love her. Wait hold on what did I just say , no there's no way I love her she's just a friend. But as I try and escape the truth that I am indeed in love with my best friend memory's of us together appear on my mind u see us in the 1st grade the first day we met :

"Hey my name is Layla" She exclaimed with so much joy but she couldn't pronounce l correctly so it sounded more like (hey my name is waywa) . Of course me being the awkward 6 year old that I was responded "hi I'm Evan" sure that might not sound bad it's what I did after ok so there Layla was a little 6 year old who had just learned my name and I the little dummy had the nerve to introduce myself then pull her hair and run away. At the time Layla was taller than me so, the running was a bad idea because she caught up quick and hit my head.
Yep that's how we first met, why are we best friends now? Well later that day I had a yogurt for  snack time and Layla had pretzels. ( I loved pretzels ) so I asked Layla to trade and we did she loved the yogurt so we did the swap for the next entire school year so I know sad back story of how we first met and I know, I know kinda cheesy but I love that memory because that's when I met the love of my life.