Tyler's Point Of View
My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from Layla.
Go. To. My. House. Now.
I laughed. Eager one. I stepped out of my house and walked over to my car. I sped towards her house and saw her and... Ah shit.
Jayden.
Fuck.
Her arms were folded across her chest and her face was a mask showing no emotion.
She walked over to my car in quick measured steps. I rolled down the window.
"Hey babe," I said.
"Fuck you," she replied.
My eyes widened in mock surprise.
"Is that anyway to talk to your boyfriend?"
Layla glared at me.
If looks could kill.... I'd pretty much be bleeding on the side of the road right now, torn in half with my guts everywhere.
"EXboyfriend I believe the term is," she growled.
Jayden walked over to me, and Layla whispered to her, "Go away."
Jayden shook her head and looked at me, her gaze showing her pain and anger.
Fuck you, Jayden. Wait, already did. I laughed at my own joke and she grabbed my throat, Layla pulling her back.
I massaged my throat, glaring at her. I pushed the door of my car open and it rammed into Jayden, pushing her back.
Layla gave the 'Oh No You Didn't.' look at me and I raised my eyebrows. I put on a pretty good act. I could make her leave her best friend for me... It would all work out.
She pushed me into my car with force. "You little--"
I stopped her talking by crushing my mouth to her's.
I felt her kiss back, and I glimpsed the look of shock on Jayden's face. Layla was mine, and she would stay mine, She would soon forget about her best friend, and my freaking child. No. HER freaking child.
I held Layla closer to me for a second then pulled away.
"Wait until later," I murmured softly and then got back in my car and drove away, leaving her look discusted.
I reached my house again and grinned. I could always get my way. I got out of my car and walked inside... to find Trey and Jake standing in front of me.
Layla's Point Of View.
I called up Jayden, my fingers shaking. I had cried out all my tears alone. That's how I was. I put on a mask of no emotion to everyone. No one had to see me like I was when that happened.
She answered quickly. "Layla! Ohmigodi'msosorrypleaseforgivemeiknowyourmadjust--"
All her words jumbled together in a rush to get them out. I stopped her before she hurt herself. "It's okay. He's a jerk anyways."
She started crying. "I-I ju-just d-dont know w-what t-to do!" she wailed.
"First is stop crying. Come over to my house. I'll get him back, we'll make him pay," my words flew off my tongue before I conciously decided to say them. I loved Tyler, but could I choose him over my best friend?
She said she'd be right over and I texted Tyler to come over. I sighed unhappily. I didn't want to do this. But I knew I had to.
Jayden arrived first, and we stood in front of my house, arms crossed.
When Tyler arrived I strutted over.
"Hey babe," he said sounding all innocent.
I swallowed the answer I wanted to say, and focused on the answer I needed to say, for my friend. "Fuck you."
His eyes widened in mock surprise. God he looked cute when he did that.
Snap out of it. He made your best friend pregnant and then dumped her for you. HATE HIM HATE HIM.
But he's so cute when he does that--omg I'm talking to myself.
He continued talking. "Is that anyway to talk to your boyfriend?"
No, no it's not, forgive me... SHUT UP. GET ON WITH IT.
"EXboyfriend I believe the term is," I forced out.
When Jayden walked over to me I told her to go. She might hurt the baby.
He got out of his car and rammed it into Jayden.
Okay that crosses the line. I may love you, Tyler, but you need to get your fricken head on straight.
"You little--"
He stopped my words by kissing me, gently at first.
I couldn't help it, I kissed him back, enjoying and hating the moment.
I saw Jayden's look of shock and pain and closed my eyes.
He pulled me closer then pushed me away for a minute.
"Wait until later," he mumured
I nodded, shocked and confused.
Omg, did I... No. Ugh. I hate my life.
Jayden was long gone and I stood glaring at nothing and no one. I went into my room and slowly took out the knife I'd hid there. I wasn't supposed to do this, but I hated my life. I hated Tyler, I hated Trey, I hated Jayden, I hated Jake... but most of all I just hated my self.
I slowly picked up the knife and held it to my chest. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.
