laylas pov
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'hey babe what do you need' megan said sending me death glares

'to hangout with me and layla' he replied

'umm i dont think thats a good idea last time we were in here megan got her ass wooped by me' i stuck in

'oh' he said

'well i got to get to dance practice im going to be dancing for a new group see you around sometime' i said getting up

'yeh i guess' harry said

'bye whore' megan sneered at me

'do you want your ass wooped in the same starbucks'

'i would be the one to win anyway'

she walked up to me and slapped me

'oh hell no' i said

i punched her in the face then the gut, and she grabbed my hair jerking my head back i grabbed her neck and started smashing her head into the table until i had enough

'now escuse me. all i ever want to do when i come to this starbucks is something so simple but never can that happen its always you megan' i screamed at her

'layla thats enough' harry said quietly

'ugh no its not your girlfriend seems to live for drama'.

'bye bitch, go finish being a slut well i feel bad for your kids' megan said standing up.

'dont ever talk about my kids' i said slapping her hard enough for my hand to ache and for your information i wasnt a slut to get pregnanat it was a mistake' i said through clenched teeth

'and megan dont start no problems and there wont be none., have fun with her' i said walking out the starbucks door and getting inside my car.

megans just pathetic