Met her in LA, flew her out the state
Tryna make her my out of state bae
And I ain't buy you Prada yet, but I'm proud of you, bae
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#1 in breathingproblems (11/30/23)
#1 in mymelody (12/22/23)
#1 in kiya (12/9/23)
#1 in urbanstory (1/4/24)...
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Date: March 27th Time: 9:21 am Location: School | First Block
"How much longer until this class is over?" Kiya frowned, bouncing her leg as she stared at the clock.
Nevaeh glanced over at her, running her eyes over her face before talking.
"We got 10 minutes, boo." Nevaeh answered, writing in something in her notebook.
Kiya knew Nevaeh wanted to say something else so she waited until Nevaeh sighed and put her pencil down, turning to Kiya.
"When you coming back to the hospital?" Nevaeh asked lowly, making sure nobody was listening to their conversation.
"I don't know. I have to go do a promo shoot tomorrow for this hair brand that I'm partnering with." Kiya mumbled, avoiding Nevaeh's face.
"Kiya, Zy really misses you. He never stops asking about you." Nevaeh looked at her seriously.
"I don't know that for sure, Nevaeh." Kiya shook her head, keeping her eyes trained on her notebook as she wrote notes.
"But what reason I got to lie? You obviously need to see him. It don't take a genius to see that you're missing him too. So, why the hell are you avoiding him?" Nevaeh asked, tilting her head.
Before Kiya could respond, the bell rang and she was very very thankful.
"I don't want to talk about this." Kiya said, quickly packing up her stuff.
She stuffed everything in her bookbag and waited by the door for Nevaeh.
Nevaeh just sighed, not wanting to push Kiya to talk but knew that she would have to eventually or it would get a whole lot worse.
They walked out the classroom and Kiya looked on her phone as they walked down the hall.
She opened Instagram and was immediately bombarded with a bunch of notifications.
She checked and saw she was getting sent the same person's story over and over and over and over again.
She stopped midway and Nevaeh looked back at her confused.
"What?" Nevaeh furrowed her brows as she walked back over to Kiya, looking down at her phone.
"People keep sending me Yasmine's story." Kiya mumbled, clicking on it.
(a/n: her fc is so pretty but i feel soo bad for this😭)
⚫️ YassySimone 7h
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