ULTRAVIOLET • Dylan O'Brien BWWM

Twenty Two

Imani

It's been a full twenty-four hours since Megan watched the story of Jordyn partying with her ex associates. I was now back at my house with Meg, Ari, Amala and Di. Vic was at her mom's house, dropping off Hazel and I told Dylan I was still mad at him and to leave me alone.

"This shit is massively fucked up." Ari blurted. "I'm sorry, Meg, you have us to lean on."

"I'm really tired of being motherfucking nice. I really am, I was over when she was mad cause Kylie was in the WAP video- not her. That wasn't even MY decision. She want to go and hang around the same bitches I don't fuck with- that switched up on me. That's not cool." Megan ranted, I brought the girl's tea and the cauliflower wings I made.

"I knew something wasn't right when she said she didn't trust Di and I in our chat. Like, bitch fuck do you mean? You sound very uneducated and I should mop the very floor with your ass right now." Amala vented.

"Has your publicist called you, Meg?" I asked. She shook her head and I went back in the kitchen to get my phone, a private number was calling and I answered it. "Hello."

I heard sniffles. "Imani. Please don't hangup, I can explain." I walked into the living room and put the phone on speaker.

"Jordyn I'm not the one that you need to explain anything to. You are a grown ass woman, stop acting like this shit you're doing doesn't have consequences. You lost some of the greatest people in your life over a temporary outing with fradulent people who've done nothing but hurt the person closest to you." I snapped. "We don't have to be friends any longer." Doja takes my phone and cleared her throat.

"It's really funny how you want to ignore my calls, ignore Megan's call and sit up here and call Imani like she about to tell us to calm down because she's not. We're not talking about shit, you did what you did despite considering MEGAN's feelings and now you hurt and crying. Suck that shit up because you was smiling and laughing last night with them fake ass bitches." Doja went off, causing the phone to hangup.

"Exactly, weak ass bitch." Amala handed my phone back to me and I went ahead and deleted our chat along with Jordyn's contact. Of course there's the sweet part of me that feels bad but she is a grown ass woman. She made the choice to associate herself with those people and it cost her a great group of friends.

We're not perfect but at least we can own up to our mistakes and not play victim. She made her own bed now she can lay in it. My phone started ringing again and it was Dylan.

"What?" I snapped at him.

"Imani, please talk to me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you when I was coming to see you or where I was, even ignoring your messages I'm sorry. Baby, please." He begged over the phone, I stepped outside and sighed.

"Dylan we have to establish boundaries okay, you can't just choose to ignore me, cause you didn't feel like talking to me- especially when I was expecting you to be back ober here because YOU told me that. You have me over here being the overbearing, extra, over dramatic girlfriend when a simple phone call could've prevented this." I spoke.

"Baby, you're right. I'm sorry- please." He started and I shook my head.

"I'm so fucking tired of you apologizing, just man up and do the right thing. You apologizing gets us nowhere except somewhere in that brain you believe I forgive you just because you said it- no. I need to see the progress." I hung up the phone and sipped the rest of my tea.

Amala walked over to me and rubbed my back. "Trouble in paradise?"

I rolled my eyes and inhaled deeply. "Dylan is acting very weird and I don't know why." My doorbell rang and I opened the door to see Vic.