𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭 𝟐𝟓

I woke up overwhelmed with a deep sense of dread. My eyelids felt heavy, and my head throbbed. I felt like shit, and the memories of last night came rushing back. Grabbing my phone, I saw a flood of missed calls from Kamala. That familiar weight in my chest returned, threatening to bring me to tears again, but I held it in. I'm still in shock—hurt, angry, and heartbroken all at once.

I hate that I'm so mad at her, yet I still love her more than anything. I shouldn't care, but I do—and that's the problem. How could she betray me with such a corny ass bitch?

With a deep sigh, I reached for my phone.

Kamala 🤍🥥: Call me as soon as you can.

That was it? Just "Call me"? Not even a "Hey, I cheated last night, and I need to explain why"?

I hovered over her name, my heart hammering in my chest. With a deep breath, I dialed. She picked up on the first ring.

"Good morning, sweet pea. Sorry I missed your calls yesterday—I was really busy."

There was hesitation in her voice. I wanted to see how long she'd keep up the act.

"Oh, you were busy? I bet you were," I said, sitting up in bed.

Silence. A sharp breath from her end.

"I had to—"

"Kamala, save that shit. I know exactly what you were doing, and I can't believe I trusted you again just for you to play me."

"What are you talking about, Allura?"

She couldn't be serious right now.

"So you're really gonna pretend like you didn't cheat on me last night? I'm not stupid, Kamala. You accidentally accepted my call—I heard everything."

Silence again. My chest tightened as tears threatened to spill, anger bubbling beneath the surface. I hated when people acted clueless.

"So you don't even have the decency to admit it?" My voice cracked.

"Fine, Allura! You want the truth? Yes, I slept with Stanley last night. I did it to get back at you for letting Maya rub your chest."

My stomach dropped.

"Are you kidding me? You could've just called and asked what happened—" My voice trailed off. "Wait... how did you even know about that?"

She sighed. "That's not the point, Allura."

"Then what is?!" My voice rose. "I accidentally bumped into Maya, and she was helping me clean a stain—nothing more."

"So... you didn't sleep with her after?" Her voice was suddenly small.

"No, I didn't. But I see you couldn't wait to hurt me. You knew exactly how I felt about Stanley, and you went straight to her just to get back at me."

"I'm sorry, okay? I was mad. I hated that I couldn't be there with you like my sister was. I got in my head and assumed the worst. But you shouldn't have let her touch you in the first place."

"Are you serious right now? All you had to do was talk to me—"

"You know what, Kamala?" I let out a bitter laugh. "I'm done with this. I'm done with you."

The shift in the conversation was instant. I couldn't see her, but I knew she tensed up.

"You're done?" Her voice turned cold. "You belong to me, sweet pea. There is no 'done.'"

"Not anymore. This is the second time, Kamala. And you clearly can't control yourself around Stanley. So go be with her."

"I'm sorry, Allura. I just—I couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching you. Stanley means nothing to me."

"You sound like the typical no good ass man right now. It's sad. You've made your choice, Kamala. I'm going back home after my finals."

"You're not leaving me, Allura. Please, don't do this." Her voice wavered. "I love you more than words can express, and I'm sorry. I don't have feelings for her—I just used her. I missed you. Your touch, your scent, the way you move, everything."

Her voice began to fade, and I could hear the soft sniffles on the other end. My heart clenched, but I knew—I had to do what was best for me.

"So you decide to cheat on me because you miss me? Goodbye, Kamala." Before she could respond I hung up and got out of the bed.

I stepped into the living room and found Maya getting ready. She turned to me, silently opening her arms.

Without a word, I walked into her embrace. Her hug was warm, steady—exactly what I needed.

"You don't have to say anything if you're not ready, darling," she murmured. "I can only imagine how you're feeling right now. But you're going to get through this. I promise."

I lifted my head from her chest, gratitude filling my eyes.

"Thank you, Maya. For just being here and understanding."

She gave me a reassuring smile. "Of course. You still have finals today, so go get ready. I'll drive us to school and then we can grab some food after."

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The moment Allura disappeared from view, I snatched my phone and swiftly dialed her number. After a few rings, she answered.

"Maya, if this is another lecture—"

"You've really fucked up this time," I cut her off. "You do know that, right?"

"I know that. It was a stupid decision and one that I acted on out of spite. I love Allura more than anything and I hate myself for what I did. I just couldn't bear the thought of something going on between you two. Could you please talk to her for me, Maya?"

I ran my fingers through my hair, glancing over my shoulder to check if Allura was coming.

"Kamala, she's really hurt right now. What you did was awful, and the only thing you can do is give her space."

"She said she's going back home after finals. What am I supposed to do? I can't lose her—I won't. I have to fix this and make it right, no matter how long it takes."

I could hear Kamala sniffling, trying to hold back her tears.

"I get it, Kam. I really do. But you need to give her time to process everything. This isn't the first time you've done something like this." My tone hardened as I continued, "And I'm not gonna sugarcoat anything for you. What you did was fucked up—if I were Allura, I'd cut you off completely."

Her breath hitched as she let out a shocked gasp. "Are you serious, Maya?"

"I'm more than serious. You keep taking advantage of her kindness, and I don't like that, Kamala. Get on your grown woman shit. What even made you want to sleep with Stanley? In what world does she look better than Allura?"

I couldn't help but chuckle a little. Kamala had to be desperately missing Allura to end up in bed with Stanley. Don't get me wrong—she's a beautiful woman, but she's not Allura. Not by a long shot.

"Dammit, could you stop rubbing that in my face? I know she's not Allura—no one could ever replace her. I just want to get on the next flight, hold her, and tell her I'm an idiot... that I'm sorry."

I heard footsteps approaching down the hall.

"Listen, get your shit together—and do it fast. I've gotta go. I love you."

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I stepped into the living room, my heart still weighed down. I was furious with Kamala, yet I missed her at the same time. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to trust her again after this.

Maya had been gathering our things, smoothing out her clothes as she glanced my way.

"Are you ready for these finals?" she asked, nodding toward the door.

I let out a sigh and started walking. "I'm ready to just get it over with."

"You've got this," she said with confidence. "Just remember everything we went over, and you're gonna do great."

The drive to school was quiet, but I couldn't stop my mind from drifting back to Kamala. I had fallen so deeply in love with her that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop loving her. That kind of feeling doesn't just disappear overnight. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I knew it was her, but I didn't reach for it. I couldn't afford to break down right now, not with finals just around the corner.

We pulled into the back parking lot of the school. I glanced at the smiling faces of everyone around, and a wave of jealousy washed over me. All these people were happy, and here I was, drowning in misery. Then, I felt a warm hand slip into mine, grounding me with its reassurance.

"I know what you're thinking. I know you're hurt, sweetie. But don't let this get to you now. You're strong, I've seen it."

Maya pulled me into a hug before we stepped out of the car. She kissed the top of my head, and I felt some of the tension melt away under her comforting touch.

I walked into the classroom, and everyone was already seated. A random professor was standing by, overseeing us, and it immediately reminded me of Kamala. This was her classroom, after all. I spotted Riah in her seat, and it felt like I hadn't seen her in ages, even though it had only been a week.

"Miss girl, where the hell you been at?" she asked, whispering aggressively.

I sat down and let out a small chuckle. "I'll tell you everything after this test."

The tests were handed out, and the timer on the wall started ticking down.

"You may all begin."

I wrote this bc y'all were mad asf yesterday lmao. But go ahead and prepare yourselves for the next chapter because I'm about to put my foot into it. Just a reminder, no this is not the end of Kamala and Allura before y'all get mad at me again. We just gotta get through the hard times before we get to the good. <3