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Traumatized

*lil authors note*

I put a disclaimer at the beginning of the book, but I feel the need to warn everyone again. This book has mature themes and content. Yes it has it's funny, cute moments, but there are also things that some people might be uncomfortable with. With that being said, I will no longer put warnings at the beginning of the chapters for inappropriate content. Hopefully you knew what you were getting into before you started reading.

Ok I'm done now. Enjoy:)

Chapter 20: Traumatized

Cheyenne's POV

"I've tried reaching you since yesterday!" Kimora says falling into step beside me as I walk to my locker.

"Oh."

"You called? Did something happen?"

I spin my combination, tuck in my bag, adjust my hair, swipe on some Chapstick, and grab my school bag before closing my locker and turning to face her. She gives me a quizzical look.

"Cheyenne?"

"Mhmm."

"You called me yesterday."

"Where were you?" I suddenly ask.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean why didn't you answer the phone. Did you leave with Reese or something?" I lean against the lockers and study her face closely.

"I- yeah- I mean I guess I left with Reese."

"You guess?"

"What's the point of this? You obviously called for some reason."

"I just wanna know why you didn't answer the phone."

"I was busy!" She shouts.

"Ok." I finally reply slowly. "We'll get to why I called. Time to spill about where you disappeared to last weekend."

"Your still on that?" She rolls her eyes. "I went to a party, big deal."

"A party?"

"Yes a party."

"Who's party?"

"Just one of my friends Alicia's."

"How come I've never heard of this Alicia?"

"Geez do I have to tell you about all my friends? I can have other friends you know."

"Ok don't get an attitude with me." I snap.

"Are you gonna tell me why you called or not?" She huffs.

I stare at her for a moment before blowing out a sigh. "My par-"

Her phone beeps and she holds up her hand. "Hold up."

My mouth drops open as she cuts me off to check her fucking phone. She smiles at the screen and her fingers tap out a reply before she slides it back in her pocket.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Who was that?" I ask, my voice deadly calm.

"Oh it was just Leesh."

"Leesh?"

"Alicia, but I call her Leesh."

"And what did Leesh want?"

"Oh she just invited me to another party."

"So let me get this straight," I take a deep breath. "You cut me off to check your phone for an invite to a fucking party? You couldn't have waited until I was done talking?"