The Carlyes : The final chapter
18 year old Layla Carlyle tossed her dark brown hair over her shoulders and checked her reflection in her compact. She smiled to herself, nothing less of perfection. She quickly ran a tube of Chanel glossimer over her heartshaped lips before stepping out of the cab.
She was so glad to be away from her former, self-absorbed bitchy classmates at Constance Billard, who were overly-indulged in every aspect of their lives. Of course Layla was wealthy and priveledge too, but she was also beautiful and smart which is a rare combination.
Layla was undoubtfully sure that Brown University would be totally different from Constance Billard, where everything was scandalized and everybody was seriously scandelous. When she was in New York she couldnt do anything without ending up on the front page news. This was a new era and she was ready.
Layla felt her iphone vibrate and stuck her hand inside her black givenchy satchel. She fished out her phone. She was expecting a call from her overproctecting, over nurturing mother who was still suffering from empty-nest syndrome, but her face lit up with delight when she saw the name on the screen: Julian
Hey beautiful, hope your first day of college is amazing. Cant wait to hold you in my arms again. love you
xoxo
J
Layla's fingers flew across the keypad as she responded automatically.
I miss you already
xoxo,
L
Julian McCafferty was her adorable on-again off-again boyfriend. He was two years younger than her- not that it mattered because he was far more mature than any college guys she'd ever known.
Hold up princess, isnt this your first day of college. I wouldnt jump to conclusions so soon.