WASHINGTON METROPOLITAN HIGH SCHOOL***

"Layla, we need to talk," Wyatt said as he walked to Layla's seat.

"I don't have anything to say to you" Layla said emotionlessly.

"Seriously? You really think you can just end things with me this way?" He asked, raising his voice slightly.

"Why? Don't I have the right to?" She asked back, glaring at him angrily.

"You called me a bìtch, Wyatt! You hurt me!" She shouted.

Wyatt rubbed his hair aggressively.

"I'm sorry, okay? I was just out of my senses and..."

"You keep saying that! You keep hurting me just in the name that you were out of your senses!" Layla screamed.

That...