THE BETA’S ANGER

Jamie couldn't stand the thought of too many eyes on them and now, with the way Layla had screamed, the whole bar had paused. Music that had flowed from organs that rested at the side of the bar had stopped and now it was obvious that everyone had heard exactly what she had said.

Jamie held Layla by her forearms and dragged her outside, nodding awkwardly to ward off the impending embarrassment that lurked at every nook and cranny.

When they finally hit the outside of the bar with less people, Layla behaved like a spoilt brat and snatched her arms from the death grip Jamie had placed on her.

"You shouldn't talk like that" Jamie quietly put, it was a contrast to how he had held her hand in a tight grip as though he was a totally different person that he was minutes ago.

"You can't tell me what to say and what not to say. You're not the boss of me" she said, again the brattiness seeping into her voice.jamie knew he wasn't the boss of her but that didn't mean she had to act like a brat an