Chapter 9. Saturday Night Divas (Part 2)

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DAKOTA'S POV

"Y/n..." I breathe out, clearly caught off guard by her presence as she stands outside the door. I get a quick glance in her eyes and I notice how red and puffy they are.

She's been crying...

"May I come in?" She asks quietly, struggling to make eye contact.

I nod adamantly, my heart beating a little faster from her unexpected presence.

"Yes... Yes, of course, Y/n" I agree, stepping back and letting her through.

As soon as she steps inside, I close the door behind her, watching her curiously.

Why did she come here? I thought she was still furious at me...

"Is everything okay?" I ask softly, intensely watching her movement as she stops walking to stand in front of me.

Did Taylor do something to her? What the hell happened? I'm certainly not complaining, but why is she here?

"Is Calum here?" She asks quietly, her voice heavy with sadness as she continues struggling to make eye contact.

"No, he's staying with some friends for the weekend" I approach her to stand facing her.

"Y/n-" I try, but she stops me.

"I need to talk to you," She says assertively, her eyes flickering up at mine. This time I can see the anger and sadness in them and a million topics flood my mind in the context of what she could possibly want to talk about.

I nod my head.

"Okay," I say gently as I guide us to sit on the couch in the living room.

When we sit down, she distances herself from me, not too far, but closer than we've been to each other for the past few weeks.

She sighs before speaking up.

"I....... I don't like how everything I have with you... affects my relationship..." She says quietly as her eyes look up at me again, holding unshed tears.

"Y/n-"

"I should've told Taylor about what happened outside the loft... About what you said to me..." She says, her voice growing bitter.

"Why didn't you?" I ask curiously.

That thought has been weighing on my mind and I certainly want to understand her reasoning. I thought they told each other everything... I guess not.

"Because I also care about you... and I care deeply about Taylor... And I know if I told her what you told me, there would be no more of you being my friend" She struggles to explain.

I think for a second before speaking up.

"I thought you said you didn't do it for me?"

"I didn't... I'm sparing myself the lecture about how much of a shitty friend you are because Taylor expects you to do things like that. I'm just tired of her hating on you even if she's right to do so..." She says.

"Do you hate me?" I find myself asking, unsure of what her answer might be. A part of me knows that she doesn't, but another part is convinced she's here to end our friendship because of something Taylor said.

"I could never hate you, Dakota..... But I sometimes hate the things you do..." She says, avoiding my eyes.

I let her words sink in as I process what she's saying. 

"So, why are you here, then?" I ask, confused by her actions and choice of words. I know Y/n gets in her head a lot, so there really is no telling what she's thinking.

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