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Chapter 17

Is anyone here a fan of Ella Mai? Like she's so cute right? And can sing her ass off. Just wanted to see if I was the only one in this fandom who likes/know of her. Enjoy ☺

Dinah's P.O.V

Y/n jumped up so damn fast I could have swore I saw fire behind her. Shortly after I heard the shower run. I got up sprayed the room and put some clothes on.

"Why are you spraying so much fabreeze" my mom asked from the door way.

"Bad bad gas. Just fwew terrible gas" I said and she gave me a weird look.

"Why are all my kids weird as hell?" She muttered before walking away.

I blew a sigh of relief and fell back on the bed. That was a bit of a rush. A little later Y/n walked back in the room dripping wet in shorts and a tight tank. Her hair was hanging down her back and her muscles were rippling faintly.

"Have you ever heard of drying off?" I sarcastically asked.

"I thought you liked me wet?" She smirked. Fuck she was sexy. The things I wanted to do to her. Fuck you teenage hormones.

"I'm gonna take a shower. A cold one" Y/n continued to smirk.

"Want me to join?" She smugly asked wiggling her eyebrows. I swear she was acting so cocky right now.

"No" I said before walking out of the room and into the bathroom to shower.

After my shower I walked in the room to see no one was in there. I quickly got dressed and made my way downstairs to the kitchen where everyone was.

"Hey, glad to see you're finally joining us" my mom said.

"Yeah. I'm starving. What'd y'all get?" I asked.

"I picked up some Chinese on the way home" my mom said.

"Cool. Someone pass me some chopsticks, please" I asked. My mom just looked at me and laughed.

"what?" I questioned.

"Dinah. You and chopsticks? You're joking right? You can barely eat with a fork!" My mom exclaimed.

"Damn, mom. You make me sound like Mila. And just because food never gets into my mouth when I use chopsticks, doesn't mean I don't know how to use them" I defended.

"Yes, Dinah, it does. That's exactly what it mean!" Y/n laughed.

"Okay. But no one asked you" I huffed tossing a napkin at her. Only causing her to laugh harder. I grabbed a fork and began to eat.

**After Dinner**

"Fwew, I'm tired" Y/n yawned cutely while rubbing her eyes like a child. Sometimes she was just downright adorable.

"Then go to sleep, sleepy head" I responded.

"Did you really just call me a sleepy head? What are you 5?" She laughed and I hit her arm.

"Oww" she exclaimed rubbing her arm.

" oh come on. That didn't even hurt" I said sucking my teeth giving a smack sound, before speaking.

"It did" she pouted. "It hurt my pride" she mumbled. This time it was my turn to laugh. This girl was something else.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she got up and walked to the desk in the far corner.

"My homework. Don't you have some too?" She asked. Then I remembered. My dog ate it.

"Nope. My dog ate it" I said nonchalantly giving it a test run.