LAYLA’S POV
“Isabelle wait! Can you stop ignoring me” I shout out in frustration.
The whole hallway stood still and everywhere went dead silent. It would be safe to say all eyes were on us right now but I didn’t care.
“Leave me alone Layla” She says and walks away.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting Isa?” I throw my hands in defeat.
She glares at me, then scoffs before walking away.
I sigh and run my hands through my hair. A habit I seem to have these days.
“Trouble in paradise?” A high pitched annoying voice rings through my head and I grimace.
“Lila, before you try speaking try reducing your pitch, I’m not male soccer player, don’t try to flirt with me” I said and brush past her and her minion.
I don’t have the time for this. I didn’t get a second chance just to screw it a
