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"She's not gonna answer," Angie said, ready to give up.

Maejor and Angie had been banging on Jada and Justin's door for nearly an hour, and Jada hasn't came down yet.

"What?" Jada peeked out the door. She didn't want her friends to see her.

"Can we come in?" Maejor asked sweetly. Jada shook her head,"No," she said in her raspy, hoarse voice.

"Please, Jada? We got candy and stuff. We can watch a movie with you," Angie suggested. Jada firmly shook her head,"I don't want to watch a damn movie. I want to lay in bed til I die, so Justin can come home to my dead corpse."

"Jada!" Angie said horrified. "Have you eaten?" Maejor asked her.

Jada slowly shook her head, that's when Maejor pushed open the door. "That's enough bullshit. Black girls gotta eat, you know you're starving, girl," he chuckled and rushed past her.

He sat down a bag of Chick-Fil-A on the table. "Eat whenever you want, just make sure you eat it."

Jada smiled for the first time in days,"Thank you."

"So, have you talked to him?"

Jada shook her head,"No, and I didn't plan on it."

"So you're just gonna avoid it forever?"

"Like he avoided telling me?" Jada questioned, feeling the familiar lump. Maejor knew he hit a rough spot,"Sorry," he muttered.

"You're still wearing the ring?" Angie questioned, pointing to Jada's finger.

Jada gasped and quickly threw it, she smiled when she saw her aim was on point. The ring landed in the sink, and it was long gone down the drain. "Bullseye."

Maejor couldn't help but laugh, but Angie frowned. "Jada."

"What?"

"That wasn't called for," she frowned. "I didn't want it anymore, I don't ever want to see it again, either. If he wants it for that Jayde girl, he can pay a plumber to fish it out."

Angie snorted. "I don't think he's gonna continue seeing Jayde, let alone marry her."

"Why, cause he has someone named Janet too?" Jada rolled her eyes.

"No, because he loves you."

Jada kissed her teeth,"He can get the fuck out of here with that one. As soon as I feel like it I'm packing my bags, going back to Cincinnati, apologizing to my mom and seeing if I can back into college."

"So you're done for real?"

"Wouldn't you be?"

"He did fuck up," Maejor said in a sigh. "Yep. What girl wants to be cheated on? And he fucking proposed to me. We were gonna get married soon. What was he gonna do, end things with her right after the wedding?"

"Yep," Maejor mumbled.

Jada shook her head in disgust. "That's the shit I'm talking about. I'm done."

"Don't leave though," Angie begged. "What else can I do? Basically I don't have a house here anymore."

"What if I told you I had a friend for you?"

".... I'm listening."

"His name's Khalil and--"

"Khalil is sexy as fuck!" Angie yelled, quickly gasping and covering her mouth. Maejor gave her the evil eye and rolled his eyes.

"You mean the boy who used to sing all the time when we were younger?" I asked. He shook his head slowly,"Go to his Instagram." He told me this boy's username and I started lurking.

"He looks familiar," I said to myself as I scrolled, careful not to like anything.

"He looks familiar," I said to myself as I scrolled, careful not to like anything

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"Maejor what the hell?" I said when I found something

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"Maejor what the hell?" I said when I found something. Now I knew how I recognized him.

 Now I knew how I recognized him

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He was Justin's friend too!

Maejor chuckled,"Oh yeah, I forgot." I shook my head. "Nice thing to forget, asswipe."

"What's the problem?" Angie asked. "I can't see Justin's friend," I crossed my arms. "Why not?"

"It'll hurt him."

"Like he hurt you?" Angie raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm," I thought for a minute. "Touché. Let me dm him real quick."

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