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𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒

6:37 pm
L O C A T I O N : new york apartment
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i left onyankopon's home and entered the elevator to get to my apartment. my head had all these thoughts but i couldn't focus on one thing. i knew jasmine was gonna get on my shit and armin already gave me a heads up on kiana's attitude. deja was probably pissed for taking her car, everyone was just in a sour mood.

i unlocked the door slowly as i tried to sneak in. i took my shoes off, slipped off my jacket before slowly heading to my room.

"you think you're slick?"

i froze. fuck

"we gotta bone to pick with you, dakota." the light turns on and i see jasmine and deja sitting on the couch. "what the hell is your problem?" jasmine got up with her arms crossed. "why do you always have to make things about you!? i try and give you a chance to be normal and you throw that shit on the ground." i rose an eyebrow. "jasmine don't play with me right now."

she scoffed, "play? is everything i do just games to you?!" i put my keys away on the hooks next to the jackets. "you don't know what i go through, jasmine. you wouldn't understand." i waved her off and walked into the kitchen. "armin-." i stopped her. "what's between armin and i is between us. mind your business." 

"i got you guys together!"

"okay?! i don't prod in your relationship do i? no i don't, you might be my big sister but my life is my life!" jasmine was taken back with my statement. "i'm just trynna help you." she murmured. i shook my head as i leaned against the kitchen counter. "i don't need your help. let me handle MY life." my phone buzzed with a text from armin.

"is my car alright?" deja came in with a raised eyebrow. "if you fucked it up somehow-."

"it's fine, here's the keys." i dug in my bag and threw them at her. she caught them and looked between jasmine and i. "dakota, why'd you run out like that?" i shrugged, "it doesn't matter, i have things to do and i gotta get caught up on homework." i quickly grabbed my stuff before heading to my room. i got a text from armin asking if i wanted to facetime. i cringed, i hadn't facetimed with a boy yet so how'd the fuck do i do that?

i said sure anyway and his name popped up on my phone right after. i answered, laying my phone on the bed so he'd see the ceiling. "ah the ceiling treatment, i see." he said, groaning at the end. "fuck off, i just got home. give me a second to change." i told him and he laughed. i got a glimpse of him laying down in his bed, his hair shaggy like he had been laying down for a while. "what time did you get home?" i called out and he shuffled around, "maybe 4 or 5, don't exactly remember."

i changed into some shorts and a long oversized t-shirt then flopped on my bed. "now can i see your face?" i pursed my lips and thought for a while. "maybeeee." armin rolled his eyes and put his phone camera to the ceiling. i gasp, "no! blondie, i want to see your face."

"nuh uh, i needa see your face first or we'll be facetiming like this." this niggaaaa.

"fine, on the count of three we both show our face." armin kissed his teeth, "how do i know you're not gonna fuck me over? hmmmm?" damn, the man was smart. "okay, i'll put something on the line." i felt like i was gonna regret that statement later. "oh yeah? is that right?"

"your a damn tease, blondie." i grunted as i got up and laid on my pillows. "what's that certain thing, huh?" i thought for a while, " i'll uh, tell you about what happened in the car." i was gonna put my face in the camera, obviously. "why would you put something like that on the line, i actually want to know that." i shrugged, "okay one...two...three!" i popped my face into the camera and he did too.