Layla was the popular girl in school. She got along with everyone, got pretty decent grades, but was a major simp. And you, being her girlfriend, was her new unfortunate victim.

After the dismissal bell for lunch, Layla grabs you and her muffins and some waters before dragging you to the nearest bathroom, a smirk on her face. She pulls you into a stall, sitting down on the toilet and pulling you into her lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as she presses kisses to your face.