The day was feeling like any other Tuesday until Amara caught wind of something she wasn't expecting. All morning, she'd been hearing bits and pieces—people talking about a live stream, whispers about Dd and Imani, and the tension between them. It didn't take long before she felt like she needed to get to the bottom of it.
By the time lunch hit, Amara had heard enough. She made her way to the cafeteria, her mind racing with all the gossip. First stop? Brianna, her go-to for anything drama-related.
"Hey friendd!" Amara said, sliding into the seat across from her. "I keep hearing people talking about Dd and Imani. Wassup with that?"
Brianna's eyes widened as she leaned in. "It's wild. They were live the other night, and everyone's buggin. People swear there's something goin on between them."
Amara's heart skipped a beat. "You deadass? I thought me and Dd was solid. What they really sayin?"
Brianna nodded, pulling out her phone. "Yeah, look at this. The comments are crazy. Everyone's talking about how Imani looked mad awkward, like she was tryna keep it together."
Amara's stomach twisted as she took in what Bri was saying. "I gotta talk to Dd. You know where he at?"
Brianna looked around. "I think he in the courtyard."
"Bet." Amara got up, thanking Bri and making her way to the courtyard. Her chest tightened as she spotted Dd, on a bench laughing with Notti and Ddot, like nothing was wrong. Her jaw clenched. He thought this was a joke?
"David!" she snapped, cutting through the noise around them.
David's eyes flicked over to her, the smile dropping off his face. "Yo, Mar, wassup?"
Amara didn't slow down, coming up on him fast. "What's up? Nah nigga you tell me! People been talking all day like you and Imani got somethin going on."
Notti and Ddot exchanged a look before deciding to dip, sensing the heat. They muttered something quick "we gon catch y'all later" and slid out of the situation.
Dd leaned back on the bench, looking at her like she was the one trippin. "Yo, you doing too much right now. Ain't nobody talkin like that."
Amara folded her arms, her eyes narrowed. "People been sayin you was all up on her in that live. You think I'm dumb?"
David sighed, rubbing his hand over his face like he didn't have time for this. "Right now? Yeah. Mar. It's not even like that."
Amara wasn't trying to hear that. She stepped up closer, her voice getting low. "So what, you really gonna sit here and act like Imani ain't been all up in your face?"
