What Even Is A Bad Boy? [Completed]

Chapter 19

Heeeyyyy wassup everyone welcome back for another chapter of my awful story!

So last chapter I put up, well it triggered my friends. They just started going on and on about having me kill a character. I was like wtf y'all? Lmfao oh well.

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Layla's POV

He... he took her side. He didn't even let me explain...

    Those same words went through my head as I walked down the stairs, towards the exit door way.

   I feel numb. It hurts. So so much. I open the door and walk over to my car, opening the door and slide into my seat. I close the door and start the car, pulling out of the parking lot. Silent tears streaming down my face as I pull into my driveway. I get out of the car and walk up with steps. I unlock the door and walk in, shutting it slowly behind me.

    I walk up stairs to my room and change into black jean shorts and a maroon shirt. I throw my hair into a messy bun before pulling out my phone. I text the four new numbers I got at the club and walk downstairs, falling onto the couch and turning on the tv. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on my. I get up slowly and walk over to the door. I open the door and see four pairs of concerned eyes.

    "Hey guys..." I whisper. I let them in and they walk into the living room, sitting on the couch. I saw that they placed grocery bags filled with snacks on the coffee. I met these girls at the club and we all hit it off immediately. They were all funny as hell, sarcastic and sweethearts.

    There was Katherine, she was stunning with dirty blonde hair green/blue eyes and tan skin. She was loud and funny. Then Summer, she was gorgeous with chocolate skin, warm brown eyes, and amazing black hair. She was funny and sassy. Patricia was exotic. She had mill chocolate hair, golden tan skin and warm brown eyes. She was like a classic Puerto Rican Latina. Incredibly sassy and witty. Then Annabelle. She was a soft kind of beautiful. Light blonde hair and clear blue eyes, and milky skin. She was a bit quieter than the others, but could be hella sarcastic and funny when you get a few drinks into her. They we're all in the grade above me. (12th grade)

    "Wassup baby girl?" Summer asks as I sit down next to her. I start messing with the ring Jackson gave me. Annabelle's eyes flick to the movement.

    "Is it about Jackson?" She asks softly.  After meeting them, I told them about Jackson. I showed them a picture of him and Summer said he was "Incredibly fine for a pasty boy." I told her he was only half white and that we was mostly Filipino with a little bit of Puerto Rican- which Patricia cheered at- but that he was a little pasty.

    "Yea..." I say looking down at my hands. I start telling them the story.

*50 minutes ago* 

    "Layla!" I hear Cynthia call for me. I turn to see her wave me over. I roll my eyes on the inside and walk over to her.

    "Whats up Cynthia?" I ask walking over to her, leaning against the lockers across from her. She gives me a sickly sweet smile.

    "Break up with Jackson."

   "Excuse you?" I ask dumbfounded.