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29.

Jamila's P.O.V.

I grabbed my keys from my locker, laughing as Adri ranted about this rude customer that happened to go to our school.

"I mean seriously - who does the bitch think she is coming to me sideways?"

"I have no idea Adri." I laughed.

"Talking about a coupon, girl your coupon expired in twenty seventeen. Like what the fuck."

I continued laughing, locking up the locker and grabbing my book bag off the floor.

"Well, at least she knows now."

"That's for sure."

She grabbed her stuff as we turned off the room's lights before walking out to the store area.

"What about Mr. James huh? He looked like he wanted to give you some kids."

I laughed, adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

"Girl please, it wasn't like that."

"Oh it was, but he looks familiar."

"He used to live here so you probably have seen him around. Now he's a musical genius in England."

"Ooo seems like y'all have something in common."

"I could say the same for you and Mr. Turtle Neck."

"Ooo girl how about he works here at the mall. Right down at the suit store by Subway."

"I guess I see where he gets his fashion from."

"That's my guy." She said sticking out her tongue.

I laughed as we left out of the store. Adri locked up the doors and began walking towards the exit but I slowed my speed as I saw him standing right in front of us.

"Hey Simone."

"Dakota, why are you here?"

I looked over at Adri who was looking everywhere but at him.

"Adriana I've been calling and blowing up your phone all week. Can we please talk?"

"I don't have anything to say to you."

"Look, I told you I was sorry. There's some shit going on that I really can't tell you right now. Okay? But I need you to trust me and believe me when I say I'd never hurt you intentionally-"

"Are you listening to yourself?" She snapped. "You're obviously hiding something from me that you can't seem to fess up to but you want me to know you won't hurt me? Yeah, right."

"I don't want you to think I'm a bad guy or something.

"Bull shit," she dropped her bags on the floor, "you didn't seem to be the bad guy while you were laid up in my bed all those nights, right?"

Silence. I looked down at the floor in second-hand embarrassment.

"Or when we'd talk about our futures and the things we had in common."

She began to cry, balling her hands up in a fist as her face became redder.

"Or maybe when I took-" She paused, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Adriana - I'm sorry."

She laughed a little as she ran a hand through her hair. "Even when I dislike you, I can't talk shit about you."

"Look, let's just talk this out." He tried to grab her hand, but she yanked away.

"I'm done talking. Until you can 'fess up and stop being such a prick about whatever you got going on - don't expect me to cave into your sob story."