A/N: Sorry that this is a day late.
But, welcome to book three in the bad ones series.
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"Don't you get it yet?" my all too perfect triplet sister, Adeline asks. I swallow. "No one wants you here. You aren't.. Cool enough to hang out with us. Go away. And while your at it, check in the second room upstairs." she says with a sly smirk. My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, and I rush up to see if maybe Genevieve is hurt.
I was wrong.
She's not hurt.
She's fucking my boyfriend.
Riding him like a horse.
They both turn towards the door, and he quickly pushes her off of him. He pulls up his pants and makes his way towards the door, but I slam it, and run.
"Laila!" he calls out. People laugh as I make my way through the crowds. I get out, and rush towards the bus stop.
"Laila! Are you okay?" a new voice pipes. Oh him. My brother's friend, Ashton. Ash is the same age as me, in the same grade whereas my brother is a year older than us. I turn to him, tears rushing down my face. He pulls me in his arms, and I hug back. "What happened back there?" he asks.
"G-Genevieve. She fucked my boyfriend." I sob out. His grip tightens.
"I'm going to kill that motherfucker. Don't talk like that, L. It's not like you to swear. Do you want a ride home?" he asks.
No. I want out of this town. Its toxic.
"Mm. No. I'll take a bus to the closest stop. It's fine. I'll uh- I'll see you soon." I whisper, grabbing my notebook out of my purse and getting a pen out as the bus stops.
"Okay. Call me if you need anything, okay?" he asks, worry seeping his tone and handsome facial features. I nod.
"Bye, Ash." I whisper, and get on. I give the guy money, and get in a window seat. I stare into Ashton's eyes, and write out the words quickly.
DON'T LOOK FOR ME.
YOU ARE READING
The Runaway
Teen FictionLaila Kingston is a bit of a nerd. She's a good girl. But she doesn't have any friends. Her sisters are the opposites. They're triplets. Her sisters, Genevieve and Adeline, are the popular girls with the cute clothes and all of the friends and su...
