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Chapter 18

(A/N: So I kinda don't have any pictures of the girls atm. So I hope y'all don't mind)

Dinah's P. O. V

"Where were you during lunch? I thought you were with Y/n, but when she showed up without you I assumed you skipped" Mani whispered.

"I went looking for-" I stopped facing straight ahead as if I wasn't just talking when I saw the teacher turn to look at the class.

"I saw Y/n and Jessmisha kiss and I left" I finished whispering after the teacher turned back around.

"Her name is, Jasmine, Dinah. And she is kinda sorta Y/n's girlfriend" Normani whispered dragging out the girlfriend part.

"Yeah, but, I still don't like to see them together" I whispered.

Suddenly I heard the teacher clear her throat. I looked up to see her standing right in front of me. I looked up to an angry Ms. Johnson.

"Mind standing up and sharing with the class what you felt was so important, you decided to disrupt my class?" I looked up at her and shook my head "no".

"Tell us or detention" she demanded. Heavily sighing, I took a stand.

"I was talking about your residing hairline, if you must know. I know of some good edge control cream, when you find your hairline" I said then politely took my seat again.

She was fuming. There were gasps, faint chuckles and a few "she actually did it's". I just ignored my ignorant classmates and focussed on the teacher.

"Miss Hansen. I want to see you in detention after school for a week" Ms. Johnson said sternly.

"No, fair. She has freedom of speech. You asked her what it was she was saying. You can't punish someone for doing as they're told" Y/n spoke up. Everyone stayed quiet watching the whole thing play out.

"I suppose you're right" the teacher said looking defeated. This was the second time today Y/n had saved me.

***At The End Of School ***

"Why did you stick up for me in Ms. Johnson class? You could have been incarcerated" I said to Y/n as I sat in her car. She chuckled at my exasperation.

"Really? Incarceration? And it wasn't fair for her to give you detention when she was the one who wanted to know " Y/n answered.

"Thanks. And Yes. Incarceration. Have you ever been to detention?" Y/n chuckled shaking her head and took off.

"No. I've actually never had detention before. But I'm sure it isn't that bad" Y/n responded.

"You gotta get it. We'll figure something out. I can't believe you've never gotten detention" I said astounded.

"Nope, never. I've always been a good girl" Y/n said.

"Well I'm gonna change that" I said as we pulled up to the house. I'm going to get you in a little trouble" I winked at her before going in.

"Shouldn't you help me stay out of trouble?" She asked entering the house behind me.

"No. If anything it's the opposite. I should find any way to get you in trouble. You're obviously a good kid. So it's my job to corrupt you a little" I said grabbing something to drink from the fridge.

"No. I'm bad! Really! I smoke, drink and jwalk sometimes. Sooooooooo bad" Y/n defended.

"Oooo smoking, drinking, and jwalking. What ever will I do with you, you're such a criminal! All of which your dad knows about. I mean things that you don't tell anyone except who you've done it with and your best friend" Y/n gave a thoughtful look then her demeanor slightly changed.

"I've done something like that" she said.

"Oooo details. Spill" I said totally and completely engrossed in the subject at this point.

"Um. No. As you said, only my best friend and the people I've done it with" she smirked walking out of the kitchen towards the stairs. Intrigued I followed her to our room.

"Come on, tell me" I pleaded.

"Nope. It's something I plan on doing again. And I'm not trying to go to jail" she whispered the last part. Now I had to know what it was.

"Don't be that way. You can tell me. I won't tell. Promise" I said giving her puppy dog eyes. She looked down at me and pouted. 'Yes, it's working' I thought.

"Nice twry" she said in a baby voice. "I've got a phone call to make. Stay here" she said before walking out.

Like hell I'm staying here. I gotta find out what she hiding. 'Curiosity killed the cat' my conscience said. 'Damn, imma be one dead ass cat' I thought.

I tiptoed following Y/n to the back patio. I hid around the corner, listening to her conversation.

"Yo, Brit" I heard her say. "Schedule me in. I'm doing it. I'll text you the date and time, you just give me the place. And I can borrow one of your baby's, right?" She continued then waited for a response.

"Okay, for sure then. Don't warn anyone. Let it be a surprise. Make him think it's just a regular" she said. I heard the smirk in her voice.

This only urged me more to figure out what she was up too. One second she's declaring her non-innocence and now she's making sketchy phone calls. There's something she doesn't want me to know *OBVIOUSLY*. But when have I ever been one to let things go?

"Alright, text me the details and I'll see you then" she said ending the call. I quietly jolted to the kitchen and stuck packet of ramen noodles in a pot with water turning the stove on.

"Ooo, whatcha cooking?" Y/n asked walking in the room.

"Noodles" I replied turning to her to make it look believable.

"Inside the rapper?" She asked looking at me skeptically.

"Ha. Well would you look at that? How did you get in there?" I questioned sheepishly picking the packet out burning myself and dropping it on the floor. 'Damn, that heated up quick' I thought as I stammered back.

"Are you okay. What possessed you to stick your hand in a pot that's sitting on fire?" Y/n laughed out in hysterics.

"It's not funny. And I didn't think it was that hot" I pouted looking up to Y/n.

"You should be more careful. I think we have some hydrocortisone cream in the bathroom. Run some cool water on it. I'll be back" Y/n said before disappearing to the back.

'that was smart Dinah' I thought to myself as I ran cool water over my fingers.

"I found the cream" Y/n said coming back into the kitchen all wet.

"I see you found the water also" I laughed. "How'd you get wet?"

"Long story" she said brushing off my question.

"I bet" I remarked. She just smiled down at me ignoring my comment.

"Alright, I'm going to rub this on your fingers and you're not going go ever cook again" she said.

"I can cook though! Swear!" I protested.

"And pigs can fly. It's okay. We'll just order out a lot" she smiled again.

"Pigs can fly. First class actually" I smirked.

"We're still ordering out" she laughed and pecked my lips catching me off guard.

"Alright. I have homework and bed. You coming?" she asked to which I just nodded.

(A/N: Alright. I know I haven't written in forever. But this is for the people who actually read this. If I get 50 comments on this chapter I'll post another one. I have a few more books I'm working on that I'm not posting just yet. I may post one then again I may not. I'm still not sure yet. Later you bunch of lovelys)