Dd's phone buzzed in his hand, the screen lighting up with a text from Amara: "Here. Open the door."
He stared at the message for a second longer than he should've, feeling the tension building in his chest. He knew what was coming—it had been a long time coming, actually—but that didn't make it any easier. Taking a breath, he walked to the door, pulling it open to see Amara standing there, arms crossed like she had something to prove.
"Hey," she said, walking past him without waiting for a reply. She looked around, scanning the room like she owned the place, her vibe already off.
Dd shut the door, eyes narrowing. He wasn't in the mood for this back-and-forth, but he had to get through it. He couldn't keep dragging this out.
"You good?" he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.
Amara shrugged, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm fine. Just been thinking a lot, especially after 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 live." She emphasized that like it was supposed to mean something deep, her eyes sharp on his face.
Dd didn't bite. "Yeah? What you been thinkin?"
Amara didn't answer right away. She was talking, but it wasn't about anything that mattered—rambling about what she saw online, making comments about people they knew, clearly trying to work her way up to what she really wanted to say.
But Dd had heard enough. The space between them feeling heavy. "Look, we needa talk."
Amara froze, her eyes narrowing. "Talk? About what?"
Dd leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his voice calm but firm. "This ain't workin no more. Maybe we should take a break."
The words hung in the air like a challenge. Amara's face twisted, her arms dropping to her sides. "A break?" she spat out, her voice dripping with disbelief. "What's that even supposed to mean? You wanna break up?"
Dd shrugged. "Maybe. It's just...we ain't on the same shit no more."
Amara's eyes flashed with anger as she stepped closer. "Nah, don't 'maybe' me, Dd. This bout Imani, isn't it? You tryna push me out for her."
Dd rolled his eyes, his patience thinning. "This ain't got nothin to do with Mani. Stop bringin her up like she the problem."
Amara's hands balled into fists, her voice rising. "It is about her! Everyone sees it, the way y'all act around each other. You think I'm stupid?"
Dd stayed seated, his voice cool. "You wildin. This is about us, Amara. We not on the same shit no more. Simple."
She scoffed, running a hand through her hair. "Wow, Dd. After all I done for you? You really just gonna throw us away?"
Dd leaned back, shaking his head. "It ain't like that. I just think we need space. A break."
Amara stared at him, her eyes narrowing with anger, then something else—calculation. She leaned forward, her voice low and cutting. "You not gonna get away with this. You think ima just let you walk away?"
Dd didn't flinch. "It's done, Amara."
She stayed silent for a moment, her breathing heavy, before spinning on her heel and storming toward the door. She threw over her shoulder as she slammed the door behind her.
Dd sat back, rubbing a hand over his face. He knew this wasn't over, but at least the first part was done.
Amara stormed down the street, pulling her phone out and scrolling through her old photos. She found one of her and Dd from a couple months back, looking close and happy, and smirked to herself. Yeah, let's see how he likes this.
She posted it to her Instagram story with a caption that made it look like they were still together: "Always something there 😘 #usagainsttheworld 🩷" Then she sat back, waiting for the drama to unfold.
Notti and Ddot came through the front door of the house not long after Amara stormed out. They took one look at Dd's face and knew something had gone down.
"Yo, what's good?" Ddot asked, eyebrow raised.
Dd shook his head, leaning back on the couch. "Me and Amara, we done."
Notti grinned, not even hiding it. "For real? Finally, bro. That treesh was annoying as fuck."
Dd smirked a little, shaking his head. "Yeah, it was time."
Ddot grabbed his phone, texting Lena with the news, keeping it short. "Dd and Amara done 😂"
Amara sat with her friends, scrolling through social media. A devious smile crossed her lips as she plotted her next move. "This ain't over," she muttered, fingers tapping away on her phone, scheming.
