SHAYLA'S P.O.V
"Woah, woah, woah, where are you going in such a hurry?" Bryan mumbled, as he set his cup of tea aside & I settled into the seat in front of him, shoving two biscuits into my mouth at record speed.
"Cameron left his wallet here yesternight. I am going to his house to return it." I replied, curving my fingers around his porcelain cup and pulling it towards me, washing down the biscuits with a huge gulp of tea.
"You are going out to return something to someone who left it here?" Bryan spoke in disbelief and I ran my hand through my hair for the last time, a shot of relief passing through me as I took a last glance at myself. Excellent.
"Yes. Come on, it's not that unbelievable," I spoke up, picking up my bag,"is it?"
"It is." Bryan replied, setting aside the newspaper he was reading,"What is Cameron doing to you?"
