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SHE WAS UNDERAGE in the bar, but she wasn’t even drinking at that moment. Just sitting there, a glass of water in front of her while tears were evident on her cheeks with the FLASHING of the club’s lights every so often. The music was pulsing, and Laila’s heart drummed wildly along with it. Though tonight it didn’t beat with the familiar e x c i t e m e n t it normally held. Tonight, it felt cracked and bleeding. For she was hurt.
It wasn’t just that she had really liked Mark. It was also the fact that they were over not because it just hadn’t worked but because he had been using her. He wasn’t the first to have tried it, and Laila was beginning to wonder if there would ever be a l a s t. With a heart too much in the right place and with the mind of a hopeless romantic, she couldn’t bear the fact that so many looked at her only for her modeling and TV gigs.
Giving up those was not an option for the brunette, so all she could do was unleash her emotions like a rainstorm upon the poor guy just trying to earn his tips while dealing with people who could BARELY stand up straight. Throwing a twenty down for him, she had just begun to rant, asking him only to give half attention while he tended to customers. She could reward him with more if needed, she wasn’t short on cash.
“...And I just feel like such an IDIOT because my friend Scott warns me of these types of guys like all the time, and my friend Ryan is always promising to help me out but oh, boy! I have to be so... so darn trusting! And look where it’s landed me! In the trash heap. Again! Is it so much to ask for a r e a l guy? Mark was so cute and sweet and perfect until...”














