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Daya's POV

Ever since I got that text from Ziyah my heart has been beating rapidly without my control or knowledge that I have nothing to worry about. We're a couple, don't we always need to talk because that's what couples do, talk. Still as my dad's car stops in front of Harper's house I think Ziyah could just break up with me at any second and go back to Danielle, Ella, or the girl he lost his virginity to.

"Text me when you want me to pick you up," my dad says. I get out of the car and do a little wave to Sawyer who spent the whole car ride trying to grab my twist that I just got re done.

"Ok."

My dad's warm smile turns stern and I already know the words that are going to come out of is mouth. "Don't pull anything with that boyfriend of yours," he says.

I nod and smile as my dad drives off listening to classic rock music and probably yelling at Siri for directions to Sawyer's daycare. I walk up the neat path to Harper's house and ring the door bell which makes Rosa rush to the door with a dust pan and fluffing thing in her hands.

"Ah Daya," she shouts. We hug and when we separate her unusual smile goes away. "They're upstairs senorita." They're, oh brother. 

I go upstairs and Harper sits on the tip of her bed while Navia is sitting on the floor looking up at Harper in awe, and putting aside my feelings for Navia they're quite cute together. Harper takes the sunglasses off of Navia's head and looks at me.

The glow I miss seeing comes to her face that doesn't have any makeup on it, and just a simple highlight. "Daya!" she shouts. I come and sit on her bed and Navia just keeps smiling at Harper not really looking at me.

We talk for a bit, more me talking and Harper nodding as Navia says little small remarks. I just flash my smile which is actually a real smile unlike Navia's that is clearly fake. I don't know what her deal is, she's not the one who had her skirt up her butt, at least not to my knowledge. I don't know why she acts like I didn't see her strip into her birthday suit and jump into the shower with Harper. If anything after that we should  be friends. She saw my ass I saw hers.

"So are you going to run for president of the lgbt club next year?" I ask Navia.

Navia looks from Harper to me as we all sit on Harper's bed getting ready to watch Sex and the City. "No Sandra Samuelson is running for president, I'm running for vice," she says.

"Well I hope you win."

Navia doesn't look at me and just watches the chrome cast load. "Thanks and your phone is buzzing." How she knew it was buzzing when it's almost sitting under my butt, I don't know, but I pick it up to see Ziyah is texting me. My last text to him was me thanking him for the design on my shoes, I wanted to call him, but he didn't pick up. He seems to fully disregard that text and go back to the topic of us needing to talk which I addressed on the car ride over here with an ok.

Ziyah:  I need to talk to you like face to face now, can I come over?

Me: I'm at Harper's.

Ziyah: Well I need to see you.

I squirm at how bad our communication looks, if someone was to look at these they probably wouldn't even guess these are the messages of a couple. Harper turns away from Carrie Bradshaw complaining about Mr. Big on the screen and looks at me with worry.

"Daya whats up?"

"Oh nothing," I lie not wanting to distract her from the show. Too bad I forgot Harper has gotten good at reading my expressions, and she grabs my phone. Of course as she looks at the messages Navia leans in and looks too, and oddly a smile comes to her face. Before I can reach and get my phone back Harper begins typing with a smile more innocent than her girlfriend's.