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𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟

next day; 8:55 am - 1:00 pm
L O C A T I O N : college lobby
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"you okay? i didn't even get to say goodbye to you before you dipped outta my car." armin tilted his head in concern and i nodded, sleepily. everyone was here talking and chilling before class. kiana was laughing at something eren had said while deja was talking to connie about the party. jasmine occasionally added things in but was on her phone for the most part. jean and mikasa were in their own world and sasha...well she was eating hot cheetos that deja threw at her when they met.

"are you sure?" he was talking about the moment that we had yesterday. i swallowed a bit, "everything is fine, blondie." i smiled. armin nodded and left the situation alone thankfully. "i wanna take you out." i was taken back at the abruptness of his words. "take me out? like on a date?"

jasmine's head perked up. "a date? ooooh kota, i see you." she walked over to us with a smirk on her face. "the car ride did you good."

"mind ya business nigga." i waved her off. "shouldn't you be saving your man before deja runs him dry of his weed." jasmine rolled her eyes, "girl please, connie got enough weed to save a neighborhood. plus we need some for the party." she winked and i got an uneasy feeling. i don't even remember the last time i smoked weed. that shit fucked me up.

jasmine turned over to armin. "armin, you still smoke?" the blue eyed boy nodded and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "i just haven't in a while...we'll see my skills tomorrow." my sister walked back to her boyfriend and armin and i's conversation picked back up.

"so that date?"

"so it is a date?"

"what else would it be?"

"i don't know, armin."

armin looked at me and brushed a piece of hair back from my face. "are you sure you're okay?" i grab his hand gently before placing it by his side. "i'm fineeee, stop asking so many questions." i rolled my eyes. "i'll keep you updated on that date." he nodded with a smile on his face.

"aye, dakota!" i heard jean waved me over and i sighed before walking over to them. "what's up?" i crossed my arms. mikasa was leaning over jean's crossed legs as he leaned back on the sofa. "how was your drive with armin?" mikasa asked, raising an eyebrow. right, that hoe did leave me yesterday. "how was it suppose to be? i mean you left me in the rain for your boy toy but hey, i'm still alive aren't i?" i shrugged my shoulders, talking sarcastically. jean rubbed his chin and looked behind me at armin. "it worked didn't it? y'all are at least communicating with each other.

"it was perfect too, your car not starting was actually a gift." armin walked up next to me and handed me a bag. "c'mon we got class." thank god he intervened when he did because i was getting irritated by the conversation. i grabbed my bag and walked away with armin without saying goodbye to anyone.

"after you fell asleep, i called jasmine about what happened." i looked up at him while walking. "huh? what are you talking about?" i asked confused. "about you crying." i stopped and grabbed his arm to turn him towards me. "why would you do that?" armin furrowed his eyebrows, "she's your sister, i assume she knew." i shake my head. "don't assume, armin. especially about that. don't go to my family or my friends about that, come to me. me only."

my family wasn't accepting about me and what goes on inside my brain. mental illnesses weren't talked about or thought about in the black community and i did not want to be berated again. "beside, i'm fine." i persisted, "i just got a little emotional but that doesn't change anything about us or me or you."

"dakota, you are clearly not okay." i let go of him and stepped back. was he calling me crazy? "armin stop acting like you know me. we literally just met yesterday." i snapped at him. "kota-." i cut him off by putting my hand up. "doesn't matter, i'm going home. tell professor i'm sick." i turned back around and just remembered that i don't have a ride. my car is fucked and armin drove me here. i walked back over to the group and grabbed deja's bag. "bitch, what the fuck are you doing?" she asked as i searched for her car keys. "i don't have any weed, i was just talking to connie about that."