Everyone knows the story...
𝐵𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓎 turned good?
𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 turned bad?
Simple right?
But what if there was no 'good' there in the first place...
Welcome to a world that follows 2 personalities in particular, both vindictive, confident...
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
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Layla's P.O.V
It was already Monday.
The weekend had came and passed. School was back. My head hadn't fully processed the thought of the project. I didn't want to either.
Maybe it's better if I put it at the back of my mind for now?
My eyes trailed to the small gap in my shelf where the picture frame of me and him use to be. My heart clenched. I hated that even after years he still managed to crop up in my mind on the worst of occasions. It hurt.
I sighed to myself, then pushed myself up ready to go. It didn't take me long to throw on a pair of jeans and a baggy jumper.
I ran down stairs to find my mum sat at the table. Her expression, however, not portraying it's usual happiness. Moreover, a frown was plastered onto her lips and the creases by her eyes crinkled. Her eyes puffy and red.
"What's wrong?" I ask worriedly. I move myself so I was stood next to her.
"I just had a letter from him, he's in Chicago now... with her" The sadness portrayed as her voice cracked just at the end.
"He's disgusting" I scoff.
With one fell swoop, I grab the letter from her clutches and crumpling it in quickly; throwing it in the bin.
"We don't need that, or him" I stated matter-of-factly then kissed her on the cheek.
"See you later, I love you" I waved goodbye and left.
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Although I acted like it meant nothing, that was more for my mum's sake. I didn't want her to know the hole it left in my chest too. It was like my whole world crumbled the day he left. Yet he didn't care.
I still remember the patent suitcase that sat in the hallway, the stifled cries of my mum as she watched him go.
But mostly, the way I just sat there. Numb. I spent the whole night sat in the same corner of my room just staring into nothing. That numbness hasn't left me entirely just yet.
I got to the front of the schools building and realised I was already late. My footsteps increased as I sped down the narrow hallways attempting to get there on time.
Just as the view of the old door reading 'History' in bold rustic letters came into view, a large yet gentle shove came from my left side sending me toppling into the wall next to me.
'Ow' I cried rubbing my now slightly pulsing hip. I looked up to catch a view of my abuser.
'G'morning buttercup' He chuckled.
'Jaymes, you best have some million dollar explanation as to why you felt the need to injure me AND make me late for class' I scoffed, my words filled with anger toward the boy who stood in front of me with a lopsided smile etched onto his face.
'For someone who acts so confident, you really are a nerd' He smirked lightly.
' I am NOT a nerd, I just mildly care about my education unlike others here' I made sure my eyes bore directly into his own. Leaving him momentarily stunned.
'Well as an answer to your rant, I can't make you late if you don't go at all...' He spoke with a devilish grin.
'Wait, what do you...' before I could finish my sentence my legs flew into the air and my body landed with a thud on his broad shoulders.
'What the hell are you doing?!' I almost scream as my whole self starts bobbing as he walks in the opposite direction to my classroom.
'You need to loosen up, I'm taking you somewhere' I could feel him chuckle excitedly beneath me and I couldn't help but smile at his childishness.
That smile quickly faded as I realised what was happening.
'This is insane, Parker. Put me down' I scoffed staring at the tensing muscles on his back.
'Not until you agree to come'
'You've basically kidnapped me anyway' I rolled my eyes forgetting he couldn't see.
We reached the car park and my body was flug forward a little too fast causing me to stumble back hitting the car behind me. Jaymes hand had instinctively grabbed my waist to steady me leaving butterflies racing round my stomach. We stood their quietly in shock for a few seconds tension filling the air.
Realisation hit me like a ton of bricks and I shifted away from him and turned on my heels.
'Lay, come back' his voice sounding sad which hurt my heart a little.
'You know what, fine.' I say giving in.
The smile that formed on his face was nothing like I've ever seen before, as for starters it was genuine.
I love it.
'Now get your ass in the car or we'll be late'
I opened the door to the slightly worn down red nissan, and hopped in.
He followed shortly and started up the engine and pulling out of the parking spot.
'So, would you mind telling me where we are going at 10:00 in the morning?' I giggle, still annoyed but mildly excited.
'Nope, you'll have to wait and see Buttercup' He smiled.
'Why'd you keep calling me that?' I wonder out loud.
'Because you're so soft and harmless and cute... you remind me of a buttercup' His face kind of showed how I felt inside. Pure shock.
I couldn't control myself...
I just burst out laughing.
A mask of confusion formed on his face and slight hurt...
'You ... That ... Cheesy... S-sorry.' I tried so hard to stop but it was so cheesy and cute I couldn't help myself.
'Shut up... I didn't mean it to come out like that' His face looked so embarrassed I started laughing all over again.
'It was just so darn cute' I giggled
'Did you, Layla Ann Morgan, just call me cute?' and the obnoxious smirk came back.
