16: We've Got Problems

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Dinah POV

  I sat in my bed, staring at ceiling. There are a lot of reasons why I do not want to get out of bed. I did not wanna come into court today, having to face our dumbass judge and the three petty bitches suing us for a song ( I had to exclude Jade she didn't want any of this).

  Plus my girlfriend wants to "talk". When you hear that from your significant other, you've got problems. Lastly, my bed is just really comfortable 😂. Well I have school and after is the last part of the court case, I have to get dressed.

  After I am done I walk over to my girlfriend's apartment to talk to her.

  "Look, I'm tired of you and Jade always flirting." She said, getting straight to the point. I just look at her a little shocked. She thinks we flirt? I just try to be a good friend, I didn't think it was bothering her either.

  "That's what you think? I just try to be a good friend to her." I say, surprised that she would even think I'm flirting with Jade. She my ex, and that's for a reason. I told her that! "The smiling, the laughing, always taking in private, and the texting. You changed your password on your phone, why? Are you trying to hide something?" She said, putting out a finger evey time she'd come up with a reason she thinks we're doing something. Man, she overreacts way to much.

  "Plus, when I talk to her, you always have to defend her! Like when she was at the punch isle, she rolled her eyes at me and scoffed. I confronted her and then you step in and try to stop me, like, stop that bitch Sometimes you need to protect me, you would let any body get smart with me, but never with her! I know I can handle myself but at least have my back. I don't feel like your girlfriend some times, to be honest, Dinah." She says, pouring her heart out. She starts to shed tears, now I feel terrible. Not at the fact she's crying, well I am but the main reason is that, she's right. I do protect the ones that don't come first. Man, I have to stop messing this up, I want to continue this with Normani. But if I keep doing what I do, this relationship will fall out of place, I don't want that.

  "Your right," I get cut off by a sniff. Am I crying? I never cry, but oh well. I continue, "I just always been the one to stand up for people that are like, punks. She's a straight punk, but I know you're not." I say, even though my statement didn't change anything. "So what Dj? That's not your job. If she's a punk let her be a punk, but you should know to not let her disrespect you or me. I can't be with you if I don't feel protected." She said. That broke me down completely. I don't want to loose her. "Can we please try this one more time? I love you, I don't want to lose you 'Mani. Give me one more chance, I'll prove you can trust me and feel protected." I cried, kind of begging. But I didn't really care, I love this girl too much to lose her. She nods and I cradle her and kiss her forehead. We just sit there like that, soon falling asleep.

  We were soon awaken by my phone. I reach in my pocket and answer it, it was Camila. "Hello?" I answer groaning a little bit from just being woken up. "I don't care where you are, but you need it head over to the hospital on main avenue right now!" She says all panicky and I put her on speaker. We and Normani both wake up fully. "What happened?!" I asked, getting a little more worried. "Ally's been shot in the chest, she might not make it!" She said worriedly, I could hear her crying because her voice was cracking up. Me and Normani both jump up and get in my car and head over to hospital.

New chap bishes. Do you think Ally will make it? Plus, who do think did this? Bye!

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