𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Amahira and Juju, once inseparable friends, face a rift when a promise is broken. Amahira transfers to USC, where an unexpected reunion with Juju. Will they rekindle their friendship?
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𝟎𝟏𝟒. messy
𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟓𝐓𝐇, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀
Three months after that fateful game, things had started to feel... off. Amahira and Juju hadn't kissed, hadn't made anything official, and lately, they'd been spending less and less time together outside of practice and games. March Madness was just a month away, and USC's spotlight was growing bigger than ever, with the media and brands pulling them in every direction. Interviews, sponsorships, social media—all of it took over their lives. And Juju? She was busier than Amahira had ever seen her.
Amahira sat in her room one night, scrolling through old photos of them, feeling the distance that had grown between them. Juju had always been so present, so there for her. But lately, Juju had been cancelling on plans or showing up late to their hangouts, saying she was tied up with "team stuff" or "brand obligations." At first, Amahira had understood. After all, they were both under the same pressures, but something about Juju's explanations felt... thin. Too polished. Too perfect.
And then came the night that changed everything.
Amahira had been at Juju's apartment, waiting for her to get back after a late interview. They were supposed to have a quiet night in—something they hadn't done in weeks. But as the hours passed, and the silence in the apartment stretched longer, Amahira grew restless. She wandered around the living room, her eyes landing on Juju's phone sitting on the kitchen counter. Normally, she would've ignored it, but something tugged at her gut, something that made her stomach twist.
Against her better judgment, she picked it up. The screen lit up, revealing a series of missed texts from a number Amahira didn't recognize. It wasn't the messages themselves that made her freeze—it was the name attached to the contact: Kyla.
Amahira's heart dropped.
Kyla was Juju's ex. The one who had put Juju through absolute hell—the emotional manipulation, the constant gaslighting, the messy breakup that had nearly shattered Juju completely. Juju had sworn off talking to her ever again. At least, that's what she had told Amahira.
The messages were still there, sitting in the open:
Kyla: "It was good seeing you again. Felt like old times." Kyla: "Maybe we could talk more, get some closure?"
The words blurred as Amahira stared at the screen, her mind racing. "Seeing you again?" When had this happened? Why hadn't Juju mentioned it? She scrolled up, seeing more messages from weeks ago, each one more intimate, more personal. Late-night messages. Apologies. Compliments. It was a far cry from "just talking."
Amahira's hands trembled as she put the phone down. Her chest felt tight, like she couldn't breathe. She sat there, stunned, her mind spinning with questions and hurt.
How could Juju do this? How could she not tell her?
Just then, the front door opened, and Juju walked in, looking exhausted but smiling. "Hey, sorry I'm late—"
Her words trailed off when she saw Amahira standing in the middle of the room, her face pale and her eyes full of betrayal.
"Amahira?" Juju's smile faded, replaced by confusion. "What's wrong?"
Amahira couldn't hold it in any longer. "Kyla?"
Juju's face drained of color. She froze, her eyes darting to the phone on the counter. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. The silence that followed was suffocating.
"You've been talking to her?" Amahira's voice cracked. "All this time? You told me she was out of your life. That she was done, after everything she put you through."
Juju ran a hand on her face, exhaling sharply. "Amahira, it's not like that. I... she reached out. She wanted to apologize, to—"
"To what?" Amahira cut her off, her voice shaking. "To fix things? After everything she did? You didn't think to tell me? I've been here this whole time, thinking we were... I don't even know what I thought. But you didn't think I deserved to know?"
Juju stepped closer, her hands out, pleading. "I wasn't hiding it. I just didn't want to bring up old stuff. She's not important, okay? She's just been... around."
Amahira shook her head, backing away. "Around? You've been meeting up with her. Talking to her. And I'm supposed to just be okay with that?"
"I didn't mean for it to be like this," Juju whispered, her voice filled with regret. "I didn't think it would get this far."
Amahira let out a bitter laugh. "Get this far? What does that even mean, Juju? You've been pulling away from me, lying to me, and now I find out you're back in contact with the person who broke you?"
Juju looked like she was about to cry, but Amahira was too hurt to care. All the missed plans, the vague excuses, the distant conversations—it all made sense now. Kyla had come back into Juju's life, and Amahira had been pushed to the side.
"I thought we were building something," Amahira said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought we had something real."
Juju took another step closer, her voice desperate. "We do, Mari. We do. I messed up, but it's you I care about, you I want to be with."
Amahira's eyes filled with tears, her chest aching. "Then why didn't you act like it?"
The room was thick with the weight of the truth, and Amahira couldn't stay there any longer. She grabbed her things, her vision blurry as she moved toward the door.
"Amahira, wait—"
But she was already gone, the door slamming behind her as she fled into the night, leaving Juju standing in the wreckage of what they could've had.
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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I've been gone for a whileeeee, sorry guys! School been kicking my ass no lie. But i'm back, but i might not be updating regularly, just bc of my schedule. You know I had to come back and be messyyyy, miss you guys!!!
