Stall Doors (You/Dinah)

Chapter Ten

Dinah's P.O.V

"Hello...It's me."

"Call me maybe?"

"You used to call me on my cellphone..."

I roll my eyes and delete the voicemails effectively cutting off the voice that I didn't want to hear.

Y/N.

"Who was that?" Nela questioned me curiously, wrapping his arms around my body and pulling me closer to him. I cringed internally. He smelt like ass.

"Zendaya. She wants me to go over to help her out with some homework." I lie easily, unwrapping his arms around my body and sitting up. He leaned back against the headboard of the bed and sent me a pout.

"Don't leave me babe. Wouldn't you rather stay here with me instead of going over to Zendaya's house where that thing is?" He smirked slightly as he referred to Y/N.

We all know that Nela only hates Y/N because when he asked her out she rejected him and then a week later she fucked his virgin younger sister who's a year younger than us. He never got over that. His ego was too wounded.

"No, I wouldn't actually." I shrug carelessly, grabbing my shirt off the ground and pulling it on before doing the same with my jeans. He frowned, looking like a baby that was about to throw a tantrum but I just ignored him.

I hear him shuffling around from the other side of the room, most likely putting some clothes on. I bit my lip harshly, closing my eyes. I knew what was going to happen.

"Dinah." Nela's stern voice made my eyes snap open. He was stood in front of me with a hard stare, his fists clenches up tightly. I avert my gaze, bowing my head to avoid his stare but he just grabbed my face roughly and made me look up at him. "You're not gay. Remember that." I nod as best as I could until he loosened his grip on my face.

"Can I go now?" I ask barely above a whisper, clutching onto the hem of my top tightly.

A dull sting settled on my cheek when Nela's palm made contact with my face. It was a familiar feeling, one that I have grown used too. The hits were always enough to hurt me but not enough to leave a mark.

"Now you can go." He chuckled dryly as he returned to his previous position on the bed, pulling out his phone and completely ignoring me.

I tug on my shoes and silently leave the house. I drive to Zendaya's house, not even bothering to text her to ask if I could even go over or not. We're best friends, I'm allowed to show up whenever I want whether she likes it or not. It's like an unspoken rule.

"Daya!" I holler out as soon as I step foot into her house. I closed the front door behind me before stopping right before the stairs. The house was oddly quiet. It's usually always filled with Y/N blasting music from her room paired with her cracking voice as she tries to hit the high notes.

"Fuck." A low voice muttered from the kitchen followed by a loud thud. I walk over and find Y/N on the floor staring up at the ceiling with a bag of chips hugged to her chest.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I frown in confusion. Her head snaps in my direction and a cute goofy grin appears on her face.

"I fell."

Yeah, you fell for me.

"Oh." I trailed off awkwardly.

"Dinah, are all your fingers working perfectly fine?" Y/N asks suddenly causing me to choke on my own spit. Her eyes widened slightly at my coughing fit, about to stand up and help me but I quickly shake my head to stop her from moving any further.