His Nemesis

“I guess you must be happy after ruining everything,” Chloe's voice echoed sadly after she found Layla. She spent about five hours looking for Layla, but she was not around— not at home or where they used to hang around.

Layla's eyes widened as she raised her gaze to look Chloe in the eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but was lost for words.

“Is this what you have under control? I trusted you, but you disappointed me when I least expected it!” She half-yelled at Layla.

“And so? I can't believe you are yelling at me when I actually tried my best to make this work!” Layla yelled back at her, hiding the fear lingering in her.

Chloe ruffled her hair before she spoke up, “You try to make this work? Anyway, I did not blame you; I blamed myself for trusting an incompetent idiot like you! At first, you ruined my party, ruined your father's reputation, now you ruined my plan.”

“I hope not to ever see your face again. Go live the life of a loser with your dead boyfriend,” she paused brief