CHAPTER 17

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*Continuing from previous chapter*

Sapphire's Pov

📍Beverly Hills12:30pm

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📍Beverly Hills
12:30pm

Opening my front door as Jordan drove off I closed my door behind me rushing upstairs

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Opening my front door as Jordan drove off I closed my door behind me rushing upstairs. Pushing my bedroom door open I took up my iPad login into my iCloud account while wiping my tears that keeps flowing.

Calling Cat on FaceTime I watched it ringed with my face in the frame before she answered after the fourth ring.

"Girl I was just texting you on WhatsApp while I was in Damian's car but a one tick me get", she said walking in the front of her yard not recognizing that i'm crying has yet.

"Mi nuh have a phone right now", I said sniffling and that caught her attention.

"Sapphire wah happen to yuh and wah wrong with yuh phone?", she said with a frown now on her face pulling her front door.

"Me and Jordan", I said wiping my nose with a tissue.

"You and Jordan wah my girl", she said starting to get heated while sitting in her couch.

She can't wait

"Me and him have a disagreement", I sniffled.

"What was the disagreement about Sapphire?", she asked me with her eyebrows now lifted.

"Matter a fact nuh tell mi nothing me a come a yuh yard right now", she hissed her teeth getting back up from the couch going back through her front door.

"Alright mi front door open", I said to her and she hanged up.

Pacing around my bedroom replaying what Jordan had said to me about him not loving me back into my head, I pushed off my jewelry box off my dresser and stoop down covering my face crying.

Father god why me always a get hurt

Moments later Cat burst through my bedroom door rushing over to me that was now sitting on the floor with my head rested on my knees.

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