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IN WHICH... HIS BEST FRIEND HAS BEEN ACTING STRANGE AND TAKES MATTERS INTO HIS OWN HANDS
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DEANTE HAD ALWAYS BEEN THE TYPE TO KEEP A CLOSE EYE ON HIS FRIENDS, ESPECIALLY Y/N.
She was the sweetest girl he knew, always with a smile on her face and a kind word for everyone. Her presence lit up any room she walked into. But lately, things have changed. Deante couldn't ignore the signs anymore.
It all started a few months ago. Deante had invited Y/N and her boyfriend, Daquan, over to his crib. They were just supposed to chill, smoke some weed, and maybe watch a game or two with Benjamin. He thought it'd be a good opportunity to bond with Y/N's man and get to know him a bit better. But that night, things didn't go as planned.
They were all chilling in the living room, the air thick with the sweet, strong scent of weed. Deante passed the blunt to Y/N, who took it with a smile. She was laughing at something Benjamin said when Daquan suddenly snapped at her.
"Yo, Y/N, stop acting like a damn child and pass me the remote," Daquan barked.
Y/N's smile faded instantly, replaced by a look of fear. Normally, she'd clap back with some playful joke, but this time she just nodded and handed over the remote. Deante's eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction. Something about Daquan's tone didn't sit right with him, but he let it slide, thinking it was just a one-time thing.
