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-Trust...?-

January 27th, 2026
9:51 PM

A couple of girls stood on a curb, not doing much of anything aside from the occasional snorting of small bumps of cocaine and the answering of phone calls and text messages. One girl in particular – tan-skinned, with green eyes, a comet tattoo on her temple, and long black hair in a layered wolf cut – stood closer to the road with her arms crossed, almost as if she was waiting on something or someone.

She was, in fact, waiting on a specific someone, and she didn't have to wait long before she saw the same red BMW she saw pick you up earlier in the night. She straightened her posture a bit when she'd seen you step out of the passenger side of the car.

Now, this girl had already seemed annoyed based on the hardened glare she held on her face – but the fact that you pretty much disregarded her presence the second you exited the vehicle just prompted the girl to grip your forearm and drag you onto the sidewalk.

"The fuck...?" You muttered under a hazy cloud of confusion, your eyes glued on the girl's hand wrapped tightly around your arm.

"Yanaida, where were you this weekend?" The girl finally spoke, but her question appeared to have missed your ears – you were still laser-focused on her hand around your arm, and when she realized where her hand still was, she let go of you.

Blinking a few times, you slowly looked the girl in her eyes. "You said what?"

"Where were you this weekend?"

"Why you wanna know?"

"'Cause Mark wouldn't shut the fuck up asking where you were and kept giving us shit for it!" The girl complained to you. "Look, if you're gonna disappear for a weekend, at least let the rest of the girls know, if not him. That way, we know what to say to keep him quiet..."

Part of you wanted to feel guilty, because sure, going off the grid for a weekend without any sort of heads-up to anyone was a bit of a dick move...

But at the same time, these girls meant little to nothing to you.

You've seen how they'd side-eye you every night, scrunch their faces at your clothing choices as they completely differed from theirs, and – despite how quiet they try to make themselves – you'd hear the frequent off-handed comment or two from girls you haven't so much as looked at.

What Mark decides to pester them with doesn't have anything to do with you, and how you choose to spend your weekends shouldn't be any of their concern; frankly, you were confused as to why this conversation was even taking place.

"The nigga has my number; he coulda easily hit my line. I ain't get shit from him all weekend." You sighed lowly. "If he wanna talk to me so bad, he knows how to do it, so why we talkin'?" You gestured between yourself and the girl.

"I'm just trying to make sure your ass is getting covered..." The girl narrowed her gaze at you.

You, in turn, scoffed softly at her sentiment. "Funny...Miss me with that shit, Gigi..."

You then brushed past the girl to continue on your track, indifference plastered on your face.

"Why do you always feel the need to put up a front all the fucking time?!" Gigi ended up raising her voice, drawing even more attention to the two of you – more than there needed to be, in your opinion. "You gotta learn how to trust at least some of us, Yanaida, for as long as you've been with us-..."