Layla
The next day at school, I wasn't myself.
I was unhappy and was pretty much brooding all day. I had not talked to Hayley since the call and that made me uncomfortable. I needed to make sure she was okay at all times.
Her safety was now my burden to carry and I didn't want to slip again.
Brad convinced me to give her some time and I understood that but I still didn't feel okay about it. She was hurting and it wasn't the time to be alone, she needed someone to talk to, a friend. Atleast that was how I felt.
Apparently, everyone else thought otherwise.
I could barely sleep at night. That was probably because of the amount of guilt I felt, or maybe it was just the full moon. Which was tonight by the way.
So while we were in school, Hayley was at the pack house with the rest of the
