𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 | 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚌

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒

L O C A T I O N : xena's apartment
8 : 30 p m
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"okay so i don't think we should do this."

"babe, you were the one who suggested it. no turning back."

"i mean...the car is still in drive, i'll put it in reverse and we can go home."

"put it in park and get out."

armin groaned, pulling the gear shift into park before grabbing his keys out the ignition. "i have a bad feeling." he mumbled and i rolled my eyes, getting out. "when do you not?" i questioned. "i had a bad feeling in italy when we went out and look where it got us?" armin said matter of factly. "oh shut up." i waved him off and made my way to the front door.

"is she even home?"

"yeah i texted her before hand."

"you texted her?!" armin whispered/shouted. "yes!" i said back in the same tone. "dakota, she's probably gonna text deja that we're here."

"i'm not." our conversation got cut short when xena opened the door. "i didn't tell her y'all were here." she said, a sad look on her face. i furrowed my eyebrows. "what's wrong?" i asked. "you guys came here to tell me about deja cheating on me, right?" armin and i looked at each other confused. "...maybeeee?"

xena sighed and moved out of the way so we could walk in. "make yourself comfortable, i guess." she closed the door behind us. it was neatly decorated, nothing was out of place and it was clean. i guess her OCD really did take charge in here. i sat on the couch uncomfortably because i didn't know what was gonna happen from now. xena knew. but the question was, how?

armin sat next to me with the same tense look on his face, "i'm a little confused," he started. "we were under the impression that you didn't know and that we were gonna break the news to you." i nodded as i agreed. "i got a call from an unknown number a little before y'all got here." xena explained. "some girl named gia-gianna?"

"oh fuck." i face palmed. why would gianna get herself involved after i literally told her not to. "why in the fuc-."

"what'd she say?" armin cut me off. "that if i didn't know, then i deserved to know now that deja was cheating on me," xena stated, sitting across from us with her arms hugging her body. "i'm kinda numb right now so i don't know how to feel."

"understandable."

"was that it?"

"armin! why are you harassing her right now, didn't you just hear what she said?" i chastised him, hitting his shoulder. "ow! i was just see if gianna actually felt bad for what she did? my bad." he rubbed his shoulder and gave xena a sympathetic look.

"it's fine. i don't know...she seemed sympathetic over the phone but that could always be a ruse. i don't care to be honest. i just need to get deja's shit out of my apartment before i burn it."

"you should just burn it." armin mumbled while shrugging  and i sent him a glare.

"is there anything you want us to do?" i questioned, smiling softly. xena nodded, "i have some boxes of a few of deja's stuff. take it and give it to her. let her know that i know." i kissed my teeth and looked over at the boxes. if we do that, everyone will know. i gave armin a look and he reciprocated it.

"okay."
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"we're so fucked. we're so fucked." armin started to freak out. "look, deja is gonna murder us."

"we didn't tell her. gianna did. we just came and got deja's shit." i looked in the back seat of armin's car. "and what about-."

"armin! you are freaking out more than me. what is wrong with you?" i cut him off. armin ran his fingers through his hair, " i don't know." he sighed. i hooked my index finger under his chin to make him look at me. "we're gonna be fine. mkay? this isn't our fault, remember? deja did this to herself and anyone who thinks differently can kiss our asses." i gave him a small pep talk.