𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 • 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒

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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢
𝟖:𝟓𝟎pm, San Francisco, California

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Imani's words are bold ❤︎︎

Imani was on the phone with her girlfriend Zariyah talking about her and Zariyah's relationship.

"Who are you talking to like that, Zariyah??" I said, making an irritated face. "You're being overly dramatic. All I said was that I'm not ready to introduce you to my friends."

Zariyah looked away from the camera when she spoke, as if she holding something back. "But you're not giving me a reason why you're not ready," I replied.

Before Zariyah could say anything, I
cut in. "Do they even know you are in a fucking relationship, Zariyah?"
I snapped, my frustration reaching its boiling point.

"Can you just calm down? No, they don't know that I'm in a relationship, but I'm planning on telling them," Zariyah said, still not looking at the camera. At that point, I just hung up on her because who do I look like getting mad on my cell phone?

Zariyah and I had been together for almost three months now. During that time, we'd kept our relationship a secret—mainly because we didn't want it to become the center of attention, with everyone being nosey and getting into our business. But now, after all this time, I felt like at least our friends should know we've been together for that long now. The problem was, that it seemed like she was being secretive, dodging the idea of telling her friends about us. It was like she was holding something back, and it was starting to get in my head.

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10:41 pm, San Francisco, California

"I still can't fucking sleep, all because I'm sitting here worrying about a girl who's probably cheating" I muttered, sitting on my bed, overthinking about whether Zariyah was going to tell them and we could finally go public or keep us a secret forever "I wonder if Amare's is up still."

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"Speak of the devil," I muttered, picking up the phone to answer Amare's call.

"Hey, princess. Just checking in to see how you're doing," Amare said. She'd called me "princess" since we were kids.

"Everything's good for now."
I replied, letting out a sigh.
"You know how I said I wanted to have a pop-out with Zariyah?"

"Yeah, I remember," Amare responded "But speaking of Zariyah....are you among her close friends on Instagram still?"

I made a confused look "Yea I am but I haven't checked her story today...why?"

"Well, I'm about to send you a picture of what she said, since you haven't checked it today." Amare's voice had changed, sounding almost sympathetic, like she felt bad for me.

As soon as I saw the message, something felt off—like my stomach was twisting in knots. I knew before even opening it something wasn't right.
When I finally opened the message, my stomach dropped even further than I expected. It was a picture of Zariyah and her best friend kissing.

Zariyah's post ⇩

"I'll call you back Amare," I said hanging up on Amare and calling Zariyah back once she accepted the call

"Ion know what the fuck you got going on over there but bitch are you serious?!" I said furiously "What are you talking about now Imani?" She said nonchalantly

"Please don't act stupid that's not going do anything but make me want to beat the fuck out of you right now. I'm trying to be mature about what you just posted on your story right now."
I said as I grabbed my car keys and put my shoes on

"Shit, look can we just talk bout this tomorrow at school I'm with my mom"
She said whispering, I knew that was a lie, I knew that she was there with that girl.

Before I could say anything Zariyah hung up on me, as mad as I was I had to get sleep, I had an exam tomorrow and I had to talk to Zariyah.

I blocked Zariyah on all her socials and I decided to head to bed with how hard it was I eventually went to sleep.

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To be continued-