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“What?” Layla whispered; her eyes grew wide and her legs trembled as strength left her body.

“I said, did you sleep with him?” Zayne questioned, emphasising his words.

‘Is he accusing me, ME, of sleeping with Alaric? Because he bought clothes for me?’ Her chest grew tight and turned heavy, like someone had dropped an anvil inside.

“You’re so disgusting! Is that what you see me as? A slut?” She yelled, blinking back her anger tears.

“N-no… I didn’t mean…” He stuttered; his eyes widened, realising what he just said. “T-that’s not… what I meant. I-I didn’t m-mean you’re a slut. I… just asked—”

“If I slept with him? Isn’t that the same thing?! Let go of me!” She screamed, pulling her arm, and he did. She stumbled back, leaning against the car so she wouldn’t crumble on her knees.

“Layla, I—”

“Just shut up! Ever since I came to this school, you’ve always been mean to me, and I don’t care what you think about me, but you’ve crossed the line. How could you say that? Alaric has been the only