Don't block them

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Dior's POV

Malia and I walk back to the dorms, and she can't stop smiling—but she also can't stop nervously picking at her nails. I can tell she doesn't entirely know how she feels about the Kylie situation, caught between hope and lingering doubt. Rather than asking a hundred questions, I decide to just let her process it quietly. We reach my floor first, and as I give her a hug goodbye, I hear her stomach growling.

"I thought you said you weren't hungry," I say, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

She laughs, brushing it off with a wave of her hand. "See you tomorrow, Dior."

"Tomorrow? Did we make plans I forgot about?" I ask, slightly amused.

"No, but I thought we could go to a party. Kylie and Ruby are going and I'm hoping Kylie will ask me to come with..." she says, her voice trailing off.

"Malia..." I begin, hesitant. "Do you think that's such a good idea? You two just made up today, and already you want to go to a party? Every time you go to a party together, something seems to happen."

She lets out a sigh, clearly expecting this reaction from me. "I know, but she has to prove herself somehow, right? I just want to find out if she's serious about making it up to me before I put a lot of time into repairing trust."

I hesitate, debating whether I should agree. I've known Kylie for two years now, ever since we met at orientation, I've honestly never seen her care so much about someone. She's usually so carefree, almost careless in the way she hooks up and moves on, yet with Malia, she's different. For the past few days, there hasn't been a single day where she didn't ask me how Malia was doing, if she needed anything, if she was okay—even though I barely responded because I was too disappointed and mad on Malia's behalf. Despite that, Kylie never stopped reaching out, showing how deeply she regrets what she did.

I sigh, finally relenting. "Alright, I'll go with you," I say, offering her a reassuring smile.

A huge grin lights up her face, and she pulls me into another tight, grateful hug. "Thank you, Dior."

"Yeah, yeah. No problem, Malia," I say, pulling back as I open my door. Just as I'm about to step inside, she grabs my shoulder, stopping me.

"One more thing... Can we please not invite Momona or Xóchitl? Momona will just make this a big deal, and as for Xóchitl and Kylie... I don't know, I just feel uneasy about it," she says, her eyes darting away as if she's embarrassed to admit it.

I nod, giving her a knowing wink to show I understand. "Got it. I won't mention it to either of them," I promise. Stepping into my room, I feel a wave of maternal worry wash over me. Kylie may be my friend too, but I can't help feeling extra protective of Malia.

Without thinking, I pull out my phone and text Kylie.

Me: Kylie, don't fuck this up again.

Her reply comes faster than I expect, almost instantly.

Kylie: I won't, promise.

Kylie: And... thank you, btw, for making us talk today. Ruby told me what you did. I really appreciate it. I know how protective you are of Malia.

Me: No problem. You're still my friend too, at the end of the day <3

I put my phone down, feeling the weight of my concern start to lift just a bit. I can only hope Kylie means what she says, and that this time, she won't let Malia—or herself—down.

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Kylie's POV

"Dior texted me," I tell Ruby, holding up my phone so she can read the conversation.

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