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I'd been up all night, sitting in Zari's room while she scrolled through TikTok. Mira was across the room, laid out like she didn't have a care in the world. Me? My chest was tight, and my head was buzzing. I couldn't stop thinking about Nalani. I hated her. I missed her. I hated that I missed her.
"She makes me wanna slap the shit out of her," I said, breaking the silence. My voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet in the room.
Zari glanced up from her phone, smirking. "What she do now?"
"She's out here telling people I'm a hoe," I said, my hands clenching into fists.
"Are you not?" Zari shot back, raising an eyebrow. Mira looked up from her spot, mirroring the same damn expression.
"What the fuck are y'all trying to say?" I snapped, heat rising in my chest.
Im not hoe why does everyone keep saying this shit.
"What's your kiss count this year?" Zari asked, sitting up now like she had something on me.
"Who the hell counts that?" I said, glaring at her.
"People who aren't a hoe" Mira said trying to troll me.
Mira laughed under her breath. "It's over twenty, easy. And you've only been in two relationships—actually, just one, 'cause that funky-ass nigga don't even count."
"Not too much on my man," I said, shooting her a look.
"Girl, you don't even like your man. Be real. You gay as hell, Amare. I don't know why you keep wasting time with these niggas," Mira said, sitting up straight.
My chest tightened. "Whatever," I muttered, waving them off. "I'm about to catch a case over Nalani."
"No, you're not," Mira said, shaking her head. "You just miss her."
"I don't," I said, my voice getting louder.
"Then why do you care that she called you a hoe?" Mira leaned forward, staring at me hard. "Your ex before her told everybody you was one, and you didn't give a damn. You only care now because it's Nalani. Just fuck her and get it over with."
