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   I woke up the next morning without realizing I fell asleep. I was holding my phone tight in my hand waiting for Chris to call but she never did.

I got ready for class just tryna forget about it honestly.

Whatever, when I explain everything to her it'll all just go away and we can go back to be that cute couple.. maybe even official.

I spent all day opening our messages thinking maybe she was gonna message me back but I'd miss it... but she didn't.

And she knows this is our only chance of being face to face alone this whole weekend since imma have my sisters.

I dreaded even coming to the game. I thought about lying and telling Coach I'm sick. But honestly, I did wanna see Chris back on the court. She's been excited about it all week... and I want my spot back.. that's not gonna happen from me missing performances.

When I came into the changing room India was sitting in my spot I usually change at. She was sitting there with her long ass wig on, and Chanel slippers scrolling on her phone

I rolled my eyes. I'm not gonna let her take that spot too.

I walked up setting my bag down.

"So Yas was in your dorm?" She asked waiting for conformation.

"Yea. She was." I said being short with her. Starting to change.

"When are you gonna give the fuck up. Yasmine doesn't want you, and she never will. Like... this little childish crush is getting old. I'm over here trying to be cool with you but it's giving obsessed."

I was trying to ignore her at first but I just stared at her.

"Bitch, you sound dumb. Yasmine Asked ME if she could come over... Yas has been blowing up MY phone not the other way around."

I could tell by the look on India's face she was imagining beating my ass.. but that's all that was, her imagination. She know she can't beat me.. but I'd love to see her try so I could go ahead and just slide back into my position on top.

"I should tell your RA your sisters stay with you every weekend" she said thinking she ate.

I was slightly surprised that she knew let alone threatened. I guess Yasmine mentioned it to her before.. but I was waiting on her to say something ion like.

"And I should tell Coach you're a trashy ass two dollar stripper hoe.... again"

I could tell by her eyes she was shocked that I knew. But she tried her best to look unphased.

"Bitch... that's why I'm leading and you're exactly where you were meant to be... in the background." She said before getting up and walking away.

I don't give a fuck what petty shit she has to say. I could see the fear in her eyes... of Coach finding out... her losing her position... having to choose between Majorette and stripping.. not to mention she's here on a full athletic scholarship. A scholarship I could use

I still wanted to know how the fuck India found out in the first place. Who knows her that would tell her? and I'm irritated because it wasn't even like that.. so whoever said something was being extra as fuck.

I really wasn't feeling dancing tonight. Especially since I'm not leading anything... and Chris didn't even look over in my direction the whole game.

They won.. just like I knew they would with her back on the court.

I know the parties going to be lit tonight... and I also know I can't fucking go.

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