Layla's POV
"You know," Erin began as she slurped at her coffee and crunched on some nameless snack, "If I'd have been in the back seat of that car I'd have used the door on his head after he doubled over. Repeatedly."
"Don't lie, you'd have broken your wrist," I said, "His skull's too thick to do any real damage unfortunately."
"I'd have f*****g given it a good go though." she shot back with a snort, then her tone turned serious, "So, what's the next steps of your master plan? Is there anything I can do to help at all? Because you know that I am SO down for that."
"Not really. He'll probably try with his 'white knight' act again," I sighed, "Chelsea will make sure of it, especially if she gets wind of the fact that I'm involved somehow, and he'll keep throwing money at the w
