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“Fuck baby,” Jon moaned out, as he gripped Kenya’s hips. Kenya threw her head back in pleasure as she started bouncing on his dick. “Shit,” he dragged out.  “Just like that.” Jon's fingers dug into the curve of Kenya’s waist, pulling her closer to him with every bounce. She leaned forward, kissing him deeply, their tongues entwining in a heated exchange. 

“You boutta cum for me, Daddy?” Kenya whispered against his lips, and Jon nodded, his hips bucking up to meet her every thrust. Kenya leaned down so that their chests were pressed against each other. The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs triggered his orgasm. 

“Shit! I’m boutta nut!” Hearing him say that made her start to bounce on his dick harder and faster. 

“Go ‘head Daddy, nut in your pussy.” 

“Fuck!” He moaned out, closing his eyes in ecstasy  as her walls tightened around him 

“Trin..” He moaned out, and both he and Kenya froze. 

‘Bitch, did you just…” She trailed off, moving off of him and rushing into the bathroom to clean herself up. Jon winced when she slammed the bathroom door shut. 

“Baby! I’m sorry man, I-I” He stuttered trying to come up with a good excuse as to why he said his ex-girlfriend's name as he came inside of his current fiancée. He groaned and got off the bed, pulling his briefs back on, and walked over to the bathroom door, frowning when he found it locked. 

“Kenya, I’m sorry. Open the door, please.” He jumped as the bathroom door opened and Kenya walked out, now dressed in her pink Louis Vuitton robe. 

“Move out my way.” She said, glaring at him. Jon watched with wide eyes as she walked into their closet and came back out with her duffel bag and dressed in a grey hoodie and black leggings. 

“No baby, wait lemme -“ Jon wrapped one of his hands around her forearm trying to stop her but Kenya snatched her arm out of his grasp. 

“Don’t fucking touch me.” She said, looking at him in disgust. “I knew something was up when y’all followed each other back on Instagram. You got me fucked up, Fatu.” She said, throwing clothes and some essentials into her duffel bag. 

“No, just let me explain.” Jon tried to grab her arm again but the glare she sent his way stopped him. 

“ I knew this was too good to be true.” Kenya started, motioning her hand between the two of them. “I heard the way your mom and brothers talked about our relationship. How shocked they were when you told them you proposed. Your mom couldn’t even pretend to be happy, Jonathan.” 

Jon felt his heart sink as Kenya's words hit him. He knew she was right. His family had been skeptical of their relationship from the start, always comparing Kenya to Trinity.

Since his mom had met Kenya, she would always try to compare the two. And she would point out all of Kenya's flaws. 

 “Trinity always made sure his clothes were clean before he went on the road.” 

“Trinity always had a warm meal ready for Jon.” 

“Trinity was used to life on the road… How are you going to cope with him being gone most of the time?” 

“I was never gonna be good enough, no matter how hard I tried. We were never going to last,”  Jon watched helplessly as Kenya finished packing up what she could. She zipped the bag up and placed it on her shoulder. “I’ll try to come back for the rest of my stuff.” 

“Kenya.. Please.” He whispered, his voice cracking as he watched her with teary eyes. “I’m sorry, just- please don't go."

Kenya scoffed quietly as she made it to their his bedroom door. “Do you know what hurts the most? I always knew that you weren’t over her, like in the back of my mind I knew, but when she left the company, I just… I dunno, I was hoping you would get over her, but I guess that was silly of me to assume.” 

“Baby.. I-I am over her.”

Kenya huffed as she noticed his slight hesitation. She let out a sad sigh as she looked around the room she had decorated for their anniversary. Kenya's eyes lingered on the photos she had taped to the strings; their smiling faces mocked her now, a painful reminder of what she thought they had. She blinked back tears and turned her gaze back to him. 

“You’re not, and I can’t keep pretending that you are.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her tears now falling freely down her cheeks. “I deserve better than to be someone’s second choice.” 

She opened the door and walked out of the room. She heard Jon’s footsteps close behind her. “I love you!” He called out after her. “I don’t know why I said her name! I haven’t talked to her in months! I swear, baby, it didn’t mean anything!” 

Kenya stopped walking and whirled around to face Jon. “How could you say that? What if I moaned out my ex’s name while you were inside me, huh? Would you just be okay with it?” 

Jon fell silent, unable to answer. He knew he'd be devastated if the roles were reversed. Kenya shook her head, disappointed but not surprised by his lack of response.

“Exactly.” She said as she shook her head and opened the front door, walking out and towards her car. She unlocked the doors with the fob and threw her bag into the backseat. She hurriedly hopped into the driver's seat as she noticed Jon rushing towards her, still only dressed in his briefs. 

“Kenya, Please. I’m fucking begging. Just come back inside so we can talk.” Jon said, pulling on the door handle, but she had locked it. Kenya stared straight ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as Jon pleaded outside her window. She couldn't bear to look at him, knowing if she did, her resolve might crumble. With a deep breath, she started the engine. “No! Kenya!” Jon called out, hitting his hand against the window as she pulled off from in front of their home. 

Kenya had wound up driving to her studio and sleeping on the couch there. She woke up the next morning to about 50 missed phone calls from Jon and about 20 from his twin brother Josh. 

Josh Fatu: Sis, can u jus let me know you safe. Bro in here spazzing out cause u turned ur location off. 

Kenya rolled her eyes and tossed her phone back down. 

Just as she sat up and stretched, her phone started ringing. Kenya sighed as Jon’s contact stared back at her. She waited for it to stop ringing before unlocking her phone and blocking his number. She let out a deep sigh as she pushed herself off the couch, walked into the kitchen area, and started a pot of coffee. 

She was in deep thought as she leaned against the counter, absentmindedly stroking the engagement ring she was still wearing. Kenya's fingers lingered on the diamond ring, memories flooding her mind. The day Jon proposed, the way his eyes lit up when she said yes, and the plans they'd made for their future together. It all felt like a distant dream now. 

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It's been about a month since she last talked to Jon. Even though she had blocked him from her phone, he had shown up to the studio multiple times to try to get her to talk to him. But how could she? He had betrayed her in the worst way. 

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the recording booth, notebook in her lap, while soft piano chords played through the speakers. The song she’d been trying to write for the past two hours still only had four lines, and every lyric somehow circled back to him. Her pen froze against the paper as she heard the studio door swing open.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous now.” Milan’s voice echoed through the room.

Kenya groaned softly as her best friend walked farther into the room, turning on the lights. “Mia, please,” Kenya said softly, her eyes still focused on the notebook on her lap. 

“No, I understand you’re hurt, but come on, Yaya. You gotta get out this funk.” 

Kenya sighed and looked up at her friend. “He was here this morning,”  she shrugged, “ I didn’t talk to him, but he left a note with security.” 

That got Milan to pause. “A note?” 

Kenya nodded. “I didn’t read it. Just told them to toss it. I just… I can’t.” Kenya reached up and wiped the tears that were now flowing down her cheeks. “Nobody understands what I've been through with that man. Having to deal with all the negative comments from his family just for him to go and prove them right.” 

Milan sank to her knees so she was eye level with Kenya. “None of this is on you. It’s all on him. He’s the one who fucked up, he’s the one who never checked his weird ass family.” 

Kenya smiled at her friend, grateful to have someone like her in her life. She let Milan wrap her in a hug. “Did you get it?” Kenya mumbled into her friend's hoodie. 

Milan nodded and pulled away. She grabbed her bag, pulled out a white store bag, and handed it to Kenya. “You sure you ready?” 

Kenya nodded, staring down at the plastic bag in her hands. “I gotta know Mia.” 

Milan nodded and watched as her friend stood and walked into the bathroom. 

Inside the bathroom, Kenya stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes dropped down to the test on the counter and before she could second guess herself, she picked it up. She read the instructions hastily before walking over to the toilet. 

After she was done she walked back over to the sink, washed her hands and waited for the results. She set her timer for five minutes as she paced and forth in the bathroom, her heart hammering in her chest.  Her phone ringing broke her out of her thoughts, she pulled her phone out and hit stop. She took a deep breath before walking over to the counter to look at the results, her stomach dropping as those two pink lines stared back up at her.

Milan looked up as Kenya walked out of the bathroom pregnancy test in her hand and tears streaming down her cheeks. 

“I’m pregnant.” Kenya whispered, bottom lip wobbling as she collapsed on the couch. 

‘What are you going to?” Milan asked. 

Kenya shrugged, knowing her decision would change everything she thought she had been moving toward. She looked down at the test in her hand. “I don’t know.”

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Monday Morning 

Dejah was surprised when she stepped out of her house and saw Josh standing at the bottom of her driveway, a backpack slung over one shoulder and a coffee cup in hand.

His grin widened when he saw her. He waited until she reached the bottom of the driveway and gently took her book bag from her and handed her the coffee cup. 

“Good morning,” he said. He hesitated before leaning in and placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

 Dejah’s stomach did a slow flip, and for a second, she forgot how to breathe.

Josh's eyes widened. “Shit, I’m sorry. That was -“

Dejah shook her head, snapping out of her stupor. “You’re fine,” she said softly, clutching the coffee cup tighter. 

Josh rubbed the back of his neck, a small, nervous smile tugging at his lips.  “It’s hot chocolate.” 

“Huh?” She replied, her mind still stuck on the kiss. 

“The cup.” He laughed. “I remember you sayin’ you don’t like coffee,” She smiled at him, and in that moment, Josh felt like the luckiest 17-year-old in the entire world. 

They stood there for a moment, staring at each other with goofy smiles on their faces. 

Both teenagers jumped as a car horn blared, breaking them out of their staring contest. 

“Y’all just gon’ stand there or get y’all asses in the car?!” 

Josh groaned and flipped his brother off. “We coming! Chill out.”

Dejah giggled at the scowl on Josh’s face and took his outstretched hand.  She had a smile on her face as Josh led her to the car. She thanked him as he opened the door for her. Josh closed the door gently behind her before jogging around the front of the car. Dejah watched him through the windshield, her fingers wrapped around the warm cup as she tried and failed to calm her heartbeat.

“You two lovebirds ready?” Jon asked as Josh got settled into the front seat. Dejah laughed softly and shook her head as Josh punched his twin in the shoulder and ordered him to drive. 

Dejah tried to ignore the stares all morning. She was used to the stares, but something was different today. People were looking at her like they knew one of her deepest secrets. She jumped when Myra slammed her lunch tray down on the table.

 “I swear I’m about to beg my mom to homeschool me.” She said with a scowl as she stabbed her mashed potatoes. When Dejah didn’t reply, Myra turned to look at her and noticed how her eyes kept shifting over the cafeteria. “Don’t worry,” Myra smirked and nugged her best friend. “Lover Boy will be here soon.” 

That finally got a reaction out of Dejah. She rolled her eyes. “Shut up.” She muttered, reaching for her juice. “I’m not looking for him.” 

“Ohhh! So you finally admit he’s lover boy!” 

Dejah choked on her juice. “Myra!” She said as she coughed and reached for a napkin. “That’s not what I said,” she shot back, her voice low as she wiped her mouth.

Myra rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay. You got that boy wrapped around your finger.” 

“I do not!” Dejah scoffed. 

Just as she said that, a group of girls in their grade walked past their table. One of the girls, Keisha — someone Dejah never had a problem with— leaned closer to her, leaned in close to another girl, and whispered something behind her hand. The other girl glanced over at Dejah. Then both of them started laughing.

Dejah immediately felt a chill run over her. She knew she wasn’t crazy. People were talking about her. Her fingers tightened around her juice cup as the laughter echoed in her ears, and she felt the weight of every pair of eyes in the cafeteria on her back.

“Ignore them,” Myra said as she placed a hand on her friend’s back, rubbing softly. “Don’t let them get into your head.” 

“I’m trying,” Dejah muttered under her breath, her stomach twisting. “ Why is this happening now?!” 

“'Cause these high school bitches love drama. Don’t give them a lick of satisfaction."

Dejah was trying. She had spent the last year and a half trying to put sophomore year behind her. She went from the bubbly, bright cheerleader to the girl who sat in the back of the class, the girl who tried to keep her head down, to keep quiet, to not be noticed. 

Dejah barely had time to calm her rapid beating heart before she spotted Josh. He was weaving through the tables, backpack slung casually over one shoulder, scanning the cafeteria until his eyes landed on her. Her heart jumped, a mix of relief and nerves twisting in her chest.

Josh’s smile was wide as he neared the table. “Hey,” He said to her as he shot Myra a quick smile before turning his attention back to Dejah. The two teenagers locked eyes for a second, and everything else seemed to fade into the background.

“Hey,” Dejah replied softly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she tried to ignore the nervous flutter in her chest.

Myra snorted and rolled her eyes. “Just kiss already.” 

“Myra!” Dejah hissed and kicked her under the table again.

Josh let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he dropped into the seat across from Dejah. “Damn,” he muttered, glancing at Myra, “You don’t waste no time, huh?”

“Somebody's gotta move this along,” Myra shrugged, completely unbothered as she took a bite of her food. 

Dejah groaned softly, dragging a hand down her face. “Please ignore her,” she said, peeking back up at Josh.

“I dunno,” Josh said, his eyes still on Dejah, a small grin tugging at his lips. “She might be onto something.”

“Oh, my god.” Dejah groaned again. “So annoying.” She muttered, but the slight smile on her lips let Josh know she was just joking. 

“I’m not gon’ bother you for too long,” Josh said after a moment of silence. “I was just wondering if you were busy on Friday.” 

Dejah blinked, a little caught off guard. “Friday?” she repeated, her brows pulling together slightly.

Josh nodded, trying to play it cool, but there was a hint of nerves in the way he scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah… Friday.”

“I uh- we - “ She said, motioning between herself and Myra. “Normally do movie night on Fridays-” 

“Girl!” Myra cut her off. “It’s okay to skip a movie!” She rolled her eyes. “Whatever it is, she’s in.” 

Josh let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “No pressure or anything.” He said jokingly. “Football team is throwing a party.” “Nothing crazy.” He added in after seeing Dejah’s eyes widen. “Just to celebrate us making it to the state finals.” 

“Oh…” Dejah trailed off. She wasn’t a party virgin persaym it’s just that the last party she had been to involving someone from this school had ended in her — 

“Yeah, I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me,” Josh spoke up again, breaking Dejah out of her thoughts and giving her a hopeful smile. “Myra can come too, oh, and your cousin from the mall. You can bring anybody you want, I just… want you there.” He trailed off, and Dejah felt those butterflies kickstart back up. 

She glanced over at Myra, who gave her a slight nod of encouragement. She swallowed, took a deep breath, and finally met Josh’s hopeful gaze again. “Okay,” She breathed. “We’ll be there.” 

Josh’s grin widened, and a spark of relief flashed across his face. “Really?”

“Really,” she confirmed, biting her bottom lip.

“I’ll text you the deets.” He said just as the bell rang, signaling lunch was over. “Make sure you have minutes on your phone.” 

Dejah rolled her eyes as she stood from the table and grabbed her barely eaten lunch tray. “Shut it. It was one time.” 

“Yeah, but I couldn’t talk to you,” Josh whined, dramatically. 

Dejah smirked despite herself, shaking her head as she walked toward the trash. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And that’s what you like about me, right?” He said, just as his brother called his name from the front of the cafeteria. Josh flagged him off. 

“You can flirt another time. Coach said we can’t be late!”  Jon yelled again, drawing the attention of some straggling students. 

“Shit.. I’ll catch you later?” 

Dejah nodded, and Josh hesitated, his shoulders tensing as if he wanted to go in for a hug but wasn’t sure if he should. Finally, he settled on a shy, awkward smile and waved before jogging to catch up with his twin, who was already out the door.

“Yeah, girl… y’all got it bad.” Myra laughed, looping her arm with Dejah’s as they walked out of the cafeteria. 

Friday Evening

Friday came too quickly for Dejah. She had spent the whole day with her stomach in knots, unable to give her full 100 in her classes. Every time the clock ticked, her mind wandered to Josh and the party. What it would be like, what she would say, and if she’d be able to act normally around him.

By the time she got home, the nerves hadn’t settled. If anything, they had gotten worse.  

“Girl! Come on! We gonna be late!”  Myra called out.

Dejah ignored her as she continued to stare at herself in the mirror. Her reflection stared right back. Hair done, outfit picked out, lip gloss shining just enough. She looked… good. She knew she did. So why didn’t it feel like enough?

Her fingers lightly tugged at the hem of her top before smoothing it down again. Then her hands moved to her hair, adjusting a piece that didn’t need fixing.

“You’re doing too much,” Myra said, appearing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

Dejah didn’t look at her. “I look okay?”

Myra let out a small laugh. “Girl, if you ask me that one more time—” She pushed off the door and walked in, stopping behind Dejah. “You don’t look okay. You look good. If he don’t like it, that’s his problem, not yours.”

Dejah’s lips twitched just a little, but her eyes stayed fixed on her reflection.

Myra tilted her head, watching her through the mirror. “Matter fact… if he don’t like what he sees, I know for a fact Trin got some new and better nigga on speedial for you.” 

That earned a real reaction. Dejah turned her head, giving Myra a look. “You so stupid.”

Myra grinned, unbothered. “I’m serious. Don’t be actin’ like you gotta impress him. He the one who asked you.”

Dejah’s expression softened slightly at that, her gaze drifting back to the mirror. She gave herself one more once-over before nodding her head. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

Myra’s grin widened. “Finally.” She pushed off the dresser and grabbed her bag. “’Bout time.”

Dejah rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto her face. She reached for her purse and took one last glance at herself in the mirror before turning away.

“Let’s go before you start overthinking again,” Myra added, already heading for the door.

“I’m not- ” Dejah started, then stopped herself, huffing lightly. “Whatever.”

They made their way downstairs, the house quiet except for the faint sound of the TV in the background. “You girls be safe,” Dejah’s mom called from the living room.

“We will!” Dejah and Myra answered almost in sync.

When they stepped outside, Trinity was already leaning against the hood of the car, arms crossed and looking them over like she’d been waiting forever.

“Took y’all long enough,” she said, pushing herself up. Her eyes landed on Dejah, and a slow smile spread across her face. “Okay… I see you. I knew that top would look good on you.”

“Yeah, Yeah…” Dejah trailed off, still smiling as she got into the passenger seat. 

Myra slid into the back, shutting the door behind her. “She been stressin’ for the past hour,” she added, buckling her seatbelt.

“I have not,” Dejah shot back, glancing over her shoulder.

Trinity smirked as she got in the driver’s seat. “Mmhm.” She started the car, the engine humming to life. “You look good though, Josh ain’t gon know what hit him.” 

Dejah rolled her eyes, but those butterflies started up again. What if all this was really a trap? What if Josh was like —. Dejah closed her eyes and shook her head.  The rest of the car ride, she stared out the window, watching the streetlights blur past as Trinity and Myra chattered behind her. Every laugh and word from them barely registered; her mind kept circling back to Josh, to the party, to the way her stomach flipped at the thought of seeing him. She wanted to focus, to participate, to joke along like she always did, but instead, her fingers tapped nervously against her thigh, her heart ticking in sync with every passing streetlamp. Just breathe, she told herself. Just… breathe. 

Dejah’s heart dropped into her stomach as they pulled up to the house. Teens were scattered across the lawn, some leaning against the porch railing, others milling around in small groups. 

“You ready?” Trinity asked, her full attention on her cousin, who looked like she was about to vomit all over her new car. 

Dejah nodded. She opened the passenger door and exited the vehicle. She waited until Myra and Trinity were next to her before the trio started to walk into the house. She walked into the house and immediately made eye contact with Josh. That familiar spark hit her chest like a jolt of electricity. 

He was leaning casually against the wall, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a red cup, his grin effortless but teasing. Dejah’s stomach did that slow, twisting flip she’d felt every time she saw him. Myra and Trinity were still flanking her sides as she neared Josh, but she felt a strange sense of isolation, like it was just her and Josh in the crowded room. The chatter and laughter of the party faded into background noise as she focused on him, measuring her words, her movements. 

Josh’s eyes lit up when he noticed her. He quickly set his cup down on the counter and walked towards her. 

Damn. He wanted to say as his eyes swept over her outfit. Instead, he went with “There you are, thought you flaked on me.” 

Dejah bit her lip as she tried to keep the smile off her face. “Wasn’t gonna flake.” She muttered and playfully rolled her eyes. 

Josh grinned. “You uh? Want a drink or something?” He asked. Dejah glanced at her cousin and best friend, who were already walking away to give the two some privacy. 

Dejah nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sure… whatever you’re having,” she said, trying to sound casual while her stomach did little flips.

Josh hesitated, then shrugged and smiled. Without thinking, he reached out and laced his fingers through hers. Dejah’s eyes widened for a second, heat creeping up her neck, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she squeezed back, her heart hammering.

“You good?” he asked softly, still holding her hand.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m good.” Josh nodded and led her toward the makeshift snack table, unaware of the eyes that were following the couple. 

Kayla’s eyes zeroed in on Dejah’s and Josh’s clasped hands. Her jaw tightened slightly, tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek as she watched them move through the crowd as if they belonged to each other.

“Girl… you see this?” one of her friends muttered beside her, leaning in.

Kayla let out a short, humorless laugh. “I see it.”

“He still tryna make you jealous?” 

Kayla sucked her teeth softly, shifting her weight onto one hip. “Please,” she said, smoothing a hand over her hair. “Jealous of that?” Her lip curled just slightly as her eyes dragged over Dejah again, slow and deliberate. “She’s not even his type.” 

“ I don’t know…” Her friend trailed off. “He looks kinda into her.” 

Kayla’s gaze snapped back to Josh just in time to catch him leaning down, saying something low that made Dejah smile. 

Kayla’s expression hardened for half a second. Then she huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking her head as if she’d just heard something funny.  “Like you said, tryna make me jealous.” But she didn’t look away, didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed locked on them, on the way he stood too close, on the way Dejah leaned in like she was starting to get comfortable at his side. 

She watched as Josh pointed Dejah in a direction that was off to the side of the house, most likely the bathroom. And that's when Kayla decided to strike. She watched as Dejah nodded at something Josh had said and slipped through the crowd.  Kayla’s gaze followed her until she was no longer visible. Then her eyes flickered to Josh, who was now alone. Her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek again, a slow smirk pulling at her lips as she straightened up.

“Be right back.” She said to her friend, who just gave her a smirk in return. 

Kayla weaved through the crowd with a purpose, her eyes locked on Josh. She reached him just as he turned to grab another cup from the table.

“Hey,” she said softly, stepping close enough that he had to tilt his head to meet her gaze. 

Josh sucked his teeth, shifting backward slightly. “Kayla, whatchu’ want man?” His tone was firm, but his body language screamed uneasy. 

Kayla’s smirk didn’t falter. “Just saying hi,” she said, stepping closer. 

“Hi,” Josh rushed out, his eyes darting over to where Dejah had disappeared.

 Kayla’s smirk only deepened, almost triumphant. “Come on, Josh… don’t act like we didn’t have something good.” Her fingers brushed against his arm lightly, deliberately.

Josh flinched but kept his composure. “Kayla… we done. You know that.” He said. 

“Mmhm,” She said. “We’ll see.” 

Dejah emerged from the bathroom, smoothing the front of her top, her mind still replaying every detail of Josh’s smile earlier. The laughter and chatter of the party hit her again, and she squinted, trying to find him in the crowd.

Then she froze.

She didn’t even know Kayla would be at the party, even though she should have expected it. But what she didn’t expect was what happened next. 

Dejah’s feet were rooted to the floor as she watched Kayla lean into Josh. Her heels gave her the perfect height to meet him halfway, tilting up slightly as her lips pressed against his. Josh froze for a split second, caught off guard, but didn’t pull away immediately. Dejah’s stomach lurched, every nerve in her body on fire as she watched. Kayla’s hand rested lightly on Josh’s shoulder, pressing just enough to hold his attention.

The kiss lingered longer than Dejah thought possible, Kayla’s lips moving with a familiarity that made her chest tighten painfully. Josh’s hand twitched at his side, then awkwardly moved to her arm, trying to gently push her away, but Kayla leaned closer, undeterred.

Dejah’s heart pounded so loud it felt like it could crack her ribs. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms, as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. 

Josh was finally able to get Kayla off of him. He pushed her away and took a step back. Josh looked like he was about to yell at her, maybe, but then his eyes met Dejah’s from across the room, and his whole world tilted. 

Author's Note: Well, hello there!! I missed you guys. I hope you liked this chapter; it's kind of a long one to make up for how long it's been since I uploaded. ENJOY!! ☺️

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