Twister // Benjamin & Layla
Ever since Layla had returned home to Tulsa, a deep hole in her chest was longing to be filled. It is innate, the need to belong, to matter. Out from under Hailey's overwhelmingly powerful shadow, it was her time now. She'd bring Jasmine back to full, unquestioned power, just like her sister wanted when she entrusted her throne to the girl. Hunter built his team, they needed theirs. Socs wanted results, and Layla would give them some.
Pouring over old Penny Lane articles, she marked them up with her own notes, charting the lives of her Socs. It was here in print, Jenny Adams and Benjamin Holt had some sort of something. Well, that just wouldn't do. Why had no one paid attention to the glaring problem brewing under their very noses? By far one of the worst acts of attack on the Greasers was orchestrated and carried out by this boy, and they were going to let him go over smitten teenage affection. Jenny wouldn't switch, Benjamin might. Not while Layla had any say in matters.
"Just the boy I was looking for!" She called out suddenly to the lonely boy. Running up to him when he paused for her to catch up, she caught his eyes. "Hi," she breathed with a bright smile upon her lips, "...do you have any plans today?"











