Layla.
I turned my head slightly, and sure enough, she strutted in with two of her friends, her eyes sweeping the room until they landed on us.
Her smirk was poisonous, her gaze lingering on how close Scott and I sat.
“Well, well,” she said, her voice carrying across the empty space. “What do we have here? A private little date?”
My cheeks burned, but Scott’s jaw tightened. He closed the notebook with a snap and turned to her, his eyes cold.
“Leave, Layla,” he said, his voice like steel.
Her laugh rang out again, mocking. “Oh, don’t be shy, Scott. We all know Sienna’s dying for your attention. But do you really think she’s worth it?”
The words hit like a slap, but before I could react, Scott leaned closer to me, his arm brushing mine as he whispered, “Ignore her.” His tone was stea
