Camila’s POV
Laila's words hung in the air, sharp and cutting. She must have seen the question in my eyes, because she repeated what she said, and I always walk towards her and hit that smirk on her face off it.
I resisted the urge to do that. That wasn’t who I was, I just couldn’t go around hitting everyone that said something nasty to me. That was surely not possible, so I had to pull myself to calm down. I felt a surge of anger rise within me again when she smiled, but I held my ground, refusing to back down in the face of this kind of provocation.
“I’m not a w***e. I really don’t appreciate you coming in here and talking trash to me. I would not be so nice the next time you try it.” I said.
“And what are you going to do about it?” She asked me, lifting her face up as if challengi
