LAYLA’S POV
A confetti busts out the locker beside me for the fifth time today.
It’s a week to the pageant and the whole is bustling. Everyone is getting asked to the pageant and there have being a few heartbreaks but I’m sure the worst is yet to come. Most of the rumors have died down and everyone is all smiles and happy about it.
I should be happy about it too, well I am happy about it too, but I’m not. Not even in the slightest.
Isa is still not talking to me and it’s been a week long. This is officially the longest we have gone without talking to each other and frankly it is killing the s**t out of me.
I caught sight of her once in a while, but she was always alone. Isa didn’t make other friends besides me and Damien, so it’s quite expected that she would be alone.
But I’m so
