"I'm not out." Dixie says.
"You can come out whenever you're ready. No need to rush." I say.
Dixie smiles and kisses me.
*****
Dixie D'Amelio moves to California with her family and meets Y/n Y/l/n...
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Bold choice to pick option B. Dixie hits it off with a new boy on TikTok (we all know who it is) and Y/n is DONE with her. So, she makes a move on THE Madison Beer.
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"Get out of my face. I already told you no." I say.
"You will regret this." Noah says.
"Security." I say through the walkie-talkie.
Travis comes in the door and grabs the back of Noah's shirt.
"I fucked Dixie in the bathroom." Noah says as he gets kicked out.
The door closes and I get up. I go to the bathroom and knock on the door.
"Open the door, Dixie." I say.
"Can I have little privacy?" Dixie asks.
I unlock the door with my key and go inside.
"Dixie Jane D'Amelio, you better explain this shit right now." I say looking around the bathroom.
"That was here when I first came in." Dixie says.
"That isn't underwear with Noah's initials, that isn't a used condom on the floor, I didn't hear moans 20 minutes ago? I definitely didn't hear you call him daddy right before he looked me in the eye and told me he was a big fan." I say.
"Y/n-" She says.
"Is he the father of that baby in your stomach?" I ask.
"No-" She says.
"Stop lying to me." I say.
I sigh and she stares at me.
"Leave and go home. I want your shit out of that house by the end of the day." I say opening the door.
She sighs and leaves.
Time Skip
My phone rings for the 26th time and I turn it off. The door opens and Dixie comes in.
"What?" I ask.
"I just wanted to tell you that..." Dixie says crying.
"I had a miscarriage." Dixie says.
"Are you serious?" I ask getting up.
"Y-Yeah." Dixie says wiping her tears.
I hold my arms out and she hugs me.
"I'm sorry about the way I ended things, it was uncalled for." I say as we let go.
"It's okay, you were really mad and I fucked up." She says.
She hands me a paper and I raise an eyebrow.
"The divorce papers." She says.
"Before I sign this, promise me we're gonna gonna be okay after this." I say.
