𝘛𝘰 𝘉𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯

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"We need to talk." Lauren stood above Onika's bed. Without much of a glance, Onika sighed as she continued to navigate through her laptop. She had already been annoyed since she had awoken from her slumber. She had been tracking Hugh's location for the past few days and upon finding out that he had been in Geneva, her whole mood had been spoiled.

Geneva had always been a place of leisure for the two romantics. Whenever their schedules were cleared, they'd go to Switzerland in a heartbeat. Though she had been flooded with all of the memories of her brief holidays, her mind instantly thought of the worst. She assumed that he had been taking his newest plaything (she assumed that anyone after her was simply a phase, making her endgame) to their "sacred" place.

"Onika." Lauren slammed onika's laptop shut.

"Okay. Was willst du?" Onika didn't even try to hide her attitude.

"No, we're not doing this. No more German. We're fucking American, there's no reason for us to speak German 24/7."

"It sounds like you're one sentence away from being a bigot–"

"I literally don't give a rat's ass. O, do you even see yourself? You've been a bitch 24/7!" Lauren passionately paced around onika's room. She couldn't seem to ever stand still during confrontational moments.

"Lauren, I'm seriously not in the mood for all of this." Onika rubbed her temples.

It had been day 4 since Beyoncé's untimely egress. Lauren had been blowing up Beyoncé's cell, but to no avail. Beyoncé completely cut contact with everyone. Lauren even tried to make her friends that were cool with Beyoncé call the blonde's cell, but no answer.

She wished Onika could have showed off that charm that everyone loved about her. Lauren thought that if Beyoncé had a better first impression of Onika, then it would've been easier to be more sympathetic for Onika whenever she was being an asshole.

"What did Hugh do to you? Like seriously, is he why you're being such an ass to Beyoncé? I just want my best friend back."

"Hugh didn't do anything to me. If anything, I've realized how much I don't need to be buddy buddy with everyone. I just don't like her, I don't have to be up her ass because you're my best friend." Onika tried to open her laptop, but Lauren practically flew across the room to shut it.

"You better pretend then! Bey hasn't done anything to you at all, and the fact that you've been bullying her-"

"BULLY? Girl bye, that's a grown ass woman." Onika let out a sarcastic cackle. She couldn't understand why Lauren rode so hard for the woman. If anything, she had just been a number. The $2,900 dollars she paid in rent was her only defining factor in Onika's eyes.

"Yes bully. Beyoncé doesn't have an evil bone in her body, yet somehow you two bump heads a lot. It's such a coincidence how all of my friends like her except for you." Lauren continued.

"Just know that she's not leaving, and when she comes back, things are gonna change. No more German in this house, it feels like we're excluding Beyoncé whenever you  try to pull that. And from here on out, you're gonna be sweet as pie. I don't care if Beyoncé mugs you or spit in your face, you better lick it up and smile."

"Lauren, get out please." Onika let out an exasperated sigh.

"I swear to god Onika, I will go back east and leave you stranded here by yourself. Check yourself." And with that, Lauren walked out of Onika's room.

Without wasting another second, Onika opened her laptop and checked Hugh's location once more. His ping didn't move more than a centimeter, but Onika's heart dropped when it did so.

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