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"Damn..." Michael trailed off, wiping the bit of gloss on his lips. "I mean... I won't tell if you don't."
"Yeah, please keep it between us." Y/N nervously said.
He couldn't comprehend why she was so loyal to someone that clearly didn't care. "I thought you caught him on another girl though."
"He was drunk."
"So are you."
"Okay, and?" Y/N snapped, quickly gaining an attitude. "He's still my boyfriend."
Michael was taken aback by what she had just said. "Look, I know you're emotional and I wouldn't want to do or say anything disrespectful to you, so imma just take you home."
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2 days later...
Y/N was at home, trying to get some work done before school began. Adding onto her agitation was Khalil, who had also been blowing her phone up none stop and today was the day he decided to show up at her house.
She grumpily walked down the stairs ya swear the door.
"What?" She pulled a face.
"Can we talk please?" Khalil begged, stopping her from closing the door.
"About that same girl from the other night? I don't think so."
"Babe, I apologized..." he said as he followed her into the house.
"First of all, don't call me that and secondly, actions speak louder than words. I thought I made myself clear when I said I was done with you."
"And I'm here to tell you I ain't. Yes, I was wrong but you're-"
"Y/N?" Her mother surprisingly yelled out her name.
"Hide, hide!" She whispered to Khalil, who ran off to the guest bedroom.
Her mother hurriedly came into the living room, where she was.
"Back from work this early?" Y/N questioned, trying to act as normal as possible.
Her mother paced around the room. "I'm looking for my file, have you seen it? I need it for a meeting."
"Oh, I think I saw it on the kitchen counter." She awkwardly said with her hands behind her back.
"Thanks baby. Oh- and, why is the front door open?" She raised her eyebrows in confusion.
Y/N looked around before coming up with something to say. "Just... came back from a walk."
Her mother shrugged simply. "Okay, I'm out. See you later. Love you." She said before her heels clacked to the front door.
"Y/N, someone's here for you!" Her mother said, making her pull a face.
Her mother walked out and into her car. Y/N's eyes got big when she saw who it was.
"Michael? What are you doing here?" She nervously said.
"You left your jacket in my car the other night. And I came to see you..." he smiled.
Y/N kept looking back to see if Khalil would come out of the room.
"So you couldn't send a text or something?" She said, getting anxious.
"I figured we needed to talk."
"About what...?"
He stepped closer. "I like you, Y/N."
Y/N stayed stagnant, not knowing whether to tell him Khalil was hiding somewhere or to kiss him.
Michael pulled her closer to him, placing kisses she'd been longing for all over her face.
"Michael..." she trailed off with her eyes closed.
"He doesn't even give you those sparks in your eyes..." he softly said.
"Please tell me your mom is gone-" Khalil paused in his tracks after seeing Michael.
Y/N pried herself out of Michael's hands.
"You couldn't wait to get your hands on another nigga huh..." he dryly said.
Michael made things worse by wrapping his arms around Y/N again.
"Just leave, Khalil... we both know it's over."
He nodded in disbelief before walking off.
They watched him leave before Michael pulled her close again...
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Y/N done dropped a ton of bricks on Khalil's head. 🧱🧱 hope you enjoyed! 🤣
