SHAYLA'S P.O.V
"Oh My God," I breathed out, as Cameron quickly took a hold of me.
CAMERON'S P.O.VThere were not many days when my head was painfully empty. They were very rare, and thankfully I was thankful that it was so rare -- for an empty mind only devours itself. Today was one of them days.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VIf it was arson, there was no way I was going to just let the matter slide like that.
CAMERON'S P.O.VI knew things hadn't gone well when Shayla had barged into the room, locking the door behind her, her eyes ablaze and I had asked her what had happened, but got no reply from her side. She had simply grabbed my face, her fingers stroking my cheeks as I had wrapped my arms around her waist, and she had pressed her
CAMERON'S P.O.VI knew things hadn't gone well when Shayla had barged into the room, locking the door behind her, her eyes ablaze and I had asked her what had happened, but got no reply from her side. She had simply grabbed my face, her fingers stroking my cheeks as I had wrapped my arms around her waist, and she had pressed her
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VShayla Sengupta barely cried, she had never allowed herself to -- instead, she dressed up all emotions and scars in the boldest shades of red, darkest dashes of kohl and painted her skin with lies and lies and lies until it seeped to her bones. She spun her obsidian curls until they looked like they had been
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"I am sorry? What's this I am hearing? You two did the dirty,
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VThere were plenty of ways to cure a hangover, and Bryan was familiar with a few of them -- thanks to his mad partying skills. However, none of them included an early morning wake up call.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VAfter suffering through one straight hour of gossip, dirty looks, some glances of admiration, some laughter and gasps all at my expense from the large group of girls sitting on the opposite side from me in the cafe, I had enough, and was just about ready to throw myself in front of one of those flashy cars.