Into You (Dinah/G!P You) (COMPLETED)

Chapter 7

Normani's POV

I look at my phone and I notice that 3 hours have passed, so I think this is a good time to go home and see how things turned out.

I pull into my driveway and I don't see Dinah's car or Y/N's. A bad feeling begins to settle in my gut, but I really hope it's wrong.

My suspicions were unfortunately confirmed when I unlock the door to see things everywhere. Chair cushions torn apart, glasses broken, holes and dents in the wall—I could just go on and on about the destruction that occurred in a 3 hour time span.

I call Y/N to see what she's going to say, and she answers on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"It looks like a fucking tornado went through my house."

"Well hey to you too Normani." Y/N chuckles.

I sigh, chuckling a little myself. "Hey Y/N."

"That's better."

"Now back to the subject at hand. What happened for there to be cushions and glasses all over the damn place?" I ask.

"Because....."

"Because why?" I ask. "You better not say something stupid."

"We just.....had a little argument."

"A little argument?" I ask for emphasis. "My house is fucking trashed so there was nothing little about this argument. What was even said?"

"Everything but the right thing." Y/N chuckles.

"That didn't answer the question. Just tell me what you said to each other."

Y/N sighs. "She basically was saying how she thinks that I wasn't trying hard enough. Then I said that I think the same thing about her. She said that I call her enough, and when I was trying to explain myself, she didn't believe me so we started talking over each other before she slapped me."

"Wait....Dinah slapped you?" I ask.

"Yes, Dinah slapped me." Y/N emphasizes.

"Maybe we have something wrong here.....she wouldn't do this. She's never slapped anyone before." I say.

"I figured that, that's why I didn't think she would do it to me." Y/N says.

"Maybe she wasn't in her right mind." I say, trying any and everything to understand how this situation happened.

"She wasn't, she was mad at me." Y/N says.

"Okay...well that makes sense..."

"You're right, I deserved it." Y/N says.

"Don't ever say that again." I say.

"Why not? It's true," Y/N says. "If I'd just talked to her like you said to, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Yeah I know, but she's also at fault for talking over you. She's my friend, but I acknowledge when she's in the wrong because it's only right."

"I'm glad. Some people aren't like that," Y/N says. "I think I'm going to see her."

"Dinah?"

"Yes, who else would I be talking about?" Y/N asks.

"I don't know, another one of your hoes." I shrug, chuckling.

"Ha, you've got jokes."

"But I was serious." I say.

"I know, that's why I said you've got jokes." Y/N chuckles.