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Jada P.O.V

"Party's still going on huh?" Michael opened the door.

"Yes it is. May I help you?" He asked.

I stated my purpose. "I think I left my phone here, can you let me in so I can see if it's still here please?"

"Somebody probably stole it by now." He shrugged."You can see if it's here."

I studied and walked inside. I looked at where I think I left it, which was on the arm in the couch, but nope, it wasn't there. I asked if anyone has seen it, of course they said no. Ugh, my parents are gonna kill me.

"Find it?" Michael asked.

"Nope." I answered.

"Welp, I don't know." He said.

I sighed and walked out.

"Find it?!" Lesane called.

"No." I said.

"What you mean 'no'?" He asked.

"I mean no I can't find my phone. I think someone stole it." I got in the car and shut my door.

"Why.. would you leave your phone.. in the house.. on the couch..during a party?" He shut his door and started driving to his house.

"Because, I thought Michael would at least grab it and bring it or something. Plus, I forgot I left it." I explaindd.

"Oh, well you ready to go home? Or you got somewhere else you gotta be?" He asked.

"Home. Are you mad at me for not going to the dance with you? Y'know because I overslept?" I asked.

"Hell yea I'm mad at you for that!" He said.

"Well I'm sorry, I couldn't fight the urge to sleep." I said, balling up my hands.

"You coulda told me and I woulda found someone else to go with. Someone like Dominique." He smiled.

"Okay what the fuck is going on with you and Dominique Lesane??" I asked.

He continued smiling."Nothin special, just somethin."

"Well what's 'something'" I asked.

"It's just a lil somethin somethin, nothin serious, I told you. I wouldn't have asked you to be my girlfriend again if I was sneaking around. You don't trust me?" He asked.

"I don't know."

He stopped the car. "You don't trust me?" He asked.

"Chill, I don't trust nobody." I said.

"Oh so after all we been through, you don't trust me? I trust you! & you know damn well I ain't never trusted nobody. Ever." He yelled.

"Why are you mad Lesane? It's okay." I said.

"No, its not okay. You trust Michael!"

"Because he's my bestfriend, we tell each other everything, he knows everything about me, I've known him for 8 years."

"We known each other for 14 years, we know everything about each other, and you don't trust me? Okay, okay. I understand. Im just gone leave it at that. Jada don't trust me. Alright." He put his hands on the steering wheel and continued driving.