Clara's POV
My phone rang on my nightstand as Layla's name popped up.
I've been avoiding her since last night. I was too afraid of what she would say to me.
She is always updated on her information. I fear she might already know what happened between Derek, which greatly scares me.
I can still remember her words ringing in my eyes: 'Don't get too attached,' and here I was, very much getting attached to him. What was I doing kissing him back like that?
But anyway, I didn't have time for that right now. I was rushing around the house, doing my best not to be late for work.
The other hand was putting on my shoes as I grabbed my keys with the other.
"Clara," Mom called out. She was standing right behind me. "We need to talk," she said.
"Can we talk later? I'm in a rush," I answered.
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