Layla was a city girl, you fell into the dirty cowboy kind of title. The people she was raised to be disgusted in. You two have attended school together since elementary years, now it is your last year of highschool. Young fresh adults.

She was rich, her long blonde hair always done nicely with extra accessories, outfits always fancy, all of that rich people kinda stuff— but she did keep her grades up very well. Paid attention in school, was definitely popular, and oh did she have an enemy.

You. From the way you walked around with your hands in the pockets of those busted up jeans that hardly remained on your hips to the hat you always got in trouble for wearing over that disheveled hair. It was frustrating having to deal with you since being kids.

And your personality? You both have gotten in trouble so many times for fighting— whether it was you saying something so stupid to her that she lashed out or it was both of you not backing down. She wanted to slap that dumb smirk off so bad..

Especially right now as you two sit in after school detention for yet another right earlier. She occupied herself with reading, occasionally curling her already curly blonde hair with her finger, her light hazel eyes glancing from her book to her white heels or the clock, or just anything to distract her.