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A/N: I'm extra af so I'm working on a 'soundtrack' for this book 💀 it'll probably be my next Spotify playlist but I'm not gonna officially make it until the book is finished.

Dahlia's outfit:

Kit's outfit:

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Dahlia's POV

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I narrowed my eyes at Billie as I put my arm on the arm of the couch and rested my face on my fist, crossing one of my legs over the other and bouncing my foot up and down.

We'd been in the middle of talking when she suddenly picked up her phone and began staring at it, and it was clear that my voice was just background noise as she started tapping away.

That had been around...Five minutes ago and she hasn't looked up from the stupid phone since. In an effort to pretend she was still paying me attention, she started randomly saying 'mhm' and 'right' and 'I feel you' every thirty seconds or so. Maybe that would've worked if I was still talking, but I literally stopped just a few seconds after she picked up her phone.

I just want to know what the fuck is so important on that damn phone. I wanna know who she's talking to.

I mean, I completely understand if she's dealing with something important and she has to be on her phone. And I'm thinking that it must be important because if it wasn't, she wouldn't be acting like this, but why can't she just tell me what's going on?

Every time I ask if everything's okay she tells me that everything is fine and that she doesn't know why I keep asking that. Every time I mention how distracted she seems she goes on a ten-minute rant about how I need to trust her more, how I don't have to be in her business all the time, and blah, blah, blah.

She's acting incredibly suspicious and I'm trying really hard to trust her because I don't think she'd do anything to hurt me, but she's making it harder and harder. I mean, yesterday I leaned over her to reach over to her nightstand and she immediately shoved my hand away, picked up her phone, and literally threw it across the room. She tried to hide the fact that she threw it by covering my eyes, as if...I wouldn't be able to connect the dots.

I was literally just trying to get the stupid room key off her nightstand.

And this morning when we were all getting breakfast, she got a phone call and deadass sprinted away. We were downstairs eating breakfast for, like, an hour and she was hiding in the bushes talking on the phone for 50 minutes of that.

Things got even weirder late last night, though. I got up to use the bathroom but quickly discovered that she was already in there when I heard her soft voice. I remember exactly what she said.

"I wish I could be there too, baby, but I can't. I know a month seems like a long time, but it'll fly by, and I'll make it my business to see you as soon as I get back!"

Sounds pretty bad, but I'm sure it isn't as bad as it sounds. I'm hoping, at least. Last time I heard a suspicious sounding phone call and jumped to conclusions, it was literally nothing to worry about and I felt like an idiot. I'm keeping my cool this time.

It's just fucking weird. She never used to care about her phone this much, she never used to blatantly ignore the people around her just to be on it, and she never used to be so fucking secretive about who she was talking to either.

And I literally can't get anywhere near her phone without her damn near throwing a fit. She left it on the bathroom counter yesterday and I went in to piss and she banged on the—Already fucking unlocked—door until I got up, pants still around my ankles, and let her ass in to get it.

I'm trying so hard to just ignore it, but she's not making it easy. She's apparently a really bad fucking liar and it's blatantly obvious that she's trying to hide something from me.

I wanna know what the hell it is.

I rolled my eyes as I stood up and started to walk away. We've been sitting in the lobby for about thirty minutes because we were supposed to just be taking time to ourselves to talk or whatever the fuck, and obviously our room is too crowded for us to have actual alone time unless everyone else is out, which they're not, but since Billie's too busy with her phone to give a damn about me I guess I'll just head back up to our room.

It's storming pretty bad today so we all decided to just stay in the hotel and chill. We're gonna have a movie night later on tonight, but we're not really doing anything specific right now.

Except fighting, apparently.

The elevator ride was slow and so was my pace as I trudged toward our room. I slid the room key into the door and the second I opened it, I was greeted by the sound of my friends arguing.

I sighed as I stepped inside and looked around, trying to make sense of what they were arguing about this time, but I couldn't really understand anything that they were saying. All I knew was that it was loud as fuck in here.

Kit was the only one not arguing with somebody. She was lying on her back on the bed, her arm resting over her forehead as she stared at her phone.

I walked over and plopped down beside her. "What the fuck is going on here?" I questioned curiously.

"I tuned them out fifteen minutes ago and started watching 'Bad girls club', but last I heard, Madison is sick of Jules putting her right shoe on before the left, Ken is tired of Caden taking her hair care products, Cora thinks Cadence stole one of her face masks, Heidi wants Bea back, Jessica and Kai are having their first couple's fight because apparently, Kai implied that Jessica fakes her orgasms, Hudson and Ori are having some kind of scientific debate that I don't give a fuck about, and Gigi's sleeping in the next room so I guess he don't got no beef." She explained.

I looked over at my friends again and furrowed my brows. "Heidi wants Bea back?!" I questioned when she was finished. "And you watch Bad Girls Club?!"

She let out a long sigh. "That's what you decided to focus on?"

"Ugh, Yeah! I love Bad Girls Club! And also, My ship is finally sailing and I'm not gonna let the wind come in and just blow it away!" I screeched.

"What?" She sent me an unamused look.

"You and Bea are the ship, Heidi is the wind, keep up!" I huffed. "What do you mean she wants Bea back? Like, tell me everything you know!"

"Imma tell you what I told the police that one time they started questioning me while they were searching for this kid at my old school who was slanging dope; I don't know shit." She smirked.

I blinked at her a few times, trying to figure out what I was supposed to say to that.

She stared at me as I stared at her and that went on for an uncomfortable amount of time before I started talking again. "You do too know shit!"

She sighed again. "Shouldn't you be down in the lobby letting Billie fuck you or something?" She questioned.

"Hey, don't say it like that, bitch. I'm a switch! I get fucked and I do the fucking so ha!"

She looked me up and down for a few seconds before shaking her head. "I don't see it."

"What the hell do you mean—"

"Billie's a whole alpha and you're a total omega." She snorted. "You couldn't even top Tinkerbell."

"Okay, well, first of fucking all I don't know why I'd be trying to top Tinkerbell in the first place, and second of all, it's true! I switch! That makes me, like, a beta, right?"

"You gotta be shitting me." She muttered to herself before letting out another laugh and then pressing play on her phone again. "I was in the middle of watching a fight—"

I snatched her phone away quickly and glared at her. "Don't change the subject! What do you mean Heidi wants Bea back?!"

"Look," She rolled her eyes. "She came over here a while ago while me and Bea were making out under the covers, declared her love for Bea and said she wanted them to get together again. So, now they're talking." She shrugged.

"What the fuck are you doing over here watching BGC for when you need to be over there fighting for your girl?!" I questioned angrily.

"Yo, that's not my fucking girl," She told me quickly. "She's just a way for me to get pussy while I'm on this trip."

Damn, she wasn't even talking about me and that shit still hurted.

"I could kick your ass right now!" I huffed.

"I doubt it, Doe eyes," She teased. "Look, I ain't worried about this shit. If Bea and her wanna get back together then I can't stop them, but all I'm saying is, I doubt it happens. Why the fuck would Bea go back to fucking that bitch when she could keep fucking with me?"

"But—"

"Look at them." She demanded, pointing toward them. I did. They were screaming at each other. "Does it look like they're gonna get back together any time soon?"

"I guess not." I mumbled.

"Exactly. I don't got shit to worry about. Can I get back to watching my fight now?" She questioned, holding her hand out for her phone. I rolled my eyes and put it in her hand.

"Fine, but I'm watching with you." I grumbled as I laid down beside her.

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Thirty minutes later, Billie walked into the room. She paused in the doorway and watched our friends—Who were still bickering loudly—for a few seconds before glancing around, probably looking for me.

I quickly turned my head and buried my face in the sheets, pretending to be asleep. I didn't wanna talk to her.

"Aw, how long has she been asleep?" She questioned after coming to stand beside the bed.

"How long have you been in the room?" Kit questioned.

I kept pretending to be asleep as I turned over, making sure to kick her in the leg as harshly as I could while I did.

"Aye, sleeping beauty, cut that shit out. I bruise easily." She huffed, hitting my back. I let out an annoyed groan as I sat up and glared at her for a few moments before looking at Billie.

"Why were you pretending to be asleep?" She asked.

"I just...Felt like it." I shrugged.

"She didn't wanna talk to you." Kit told her as she sat up. "Is it true that she tops sometimes? I don't see it."

"What? No. No! Never." Billie chuckled nervously. Kit clearly wasn't convinced. "Um, why didn't you wanna talk to me? And why did you come back up here? I thought we were gonna spend a few hours down in the lobby. You're not feeling sick, are you?"

"No, I just didn't wanna stay down there," I sighed. "I mean, it was boring."

"Hey, I am not boring." She grumbled defensively.

"You're not when you're actually paying attention to me." I mumbled.

She rolled my eyes. "Oh my god, Dahlia, I was paying attention to you!"

"No, you were paying attention to your phone."

"Every time I so much as look at my phone you get mad at me!" She spat. "It's not like I'm doing anything wrong, I mean, I'm just texting! You don't have to throw a temper tantrum every time—"

"I'm not throwing a fucking temper tantrum and I wouldn't mind you 'looking' at your phone if you didn't completely zone out every single time you did! And you say you're not doing anything wrong but clearly, you are because you won't tell me who you're talking to and every time I'm anywhere near your phone you freak the fuck out!"

"Can you bitches not do this right now? Everybody else is already fighting and I can't even focus on watching the fight I actually want to watch—"

"You don't have to know every single detail of my life just because you're my girlfriend! You're so fucking worried about who I'm talking to and it's honestly getting annoying! I don't question you about who you're talking to every time you pick up your phone!" She shouted, ignoring Kit.

"Man, for real, it's Jada versus Redd and I'm tryna see this shit—"

"Because you don't fucking need to question me because I'm not being secretive and acting suspicious as fuck! I don't try to hide my phone every time you come around, I don't have to sneak off just to answer my phone calls, and I don't feel the need to keep my phone in my hand 24/7 like you do! You're hiding something and I don't know what the fuck it is, but you know what? I honestly don't care. I don't care anymore." I chuckled bitterly as I climbed off of the bed and pushed past her.

"Yo, wait a minute, the fuck you mean you don't care anymore?" Kit questioned as I slid my shoes back on.

"I mean I don't give a fuck anymore," I shrugged. "I'm not gonna sit up here and beg you to tell me what's going on. You don't wanna be honest with me? You wanna hide shit from me? You wanna act like I'm stupid and don't know that there's something going on? Fine. I'm done." I rolled my eyes as I stormed toward the door.

"Wait, what do you mean you're done?" Billie asked quickly. "A-Are you breaking up with me?!"

"Yo, are you breaking up with her?!" Kit questioned too, snatching her earbuds out of her ears.

"That depends. Tell me what the fuck you're hiding from me, Billie." I demanded.

"Tell her what the fuck you're hiding, bro!" Kit echoed.

"I...Okay, please don't freak out, alright? I...You're gonna be pissed off when I tell you and that's why I didn't wanna tell you!" She sighed.

"What the fuck is it?" I questioned through gritted teeth

"Well, I—Um—" She stumbled around with her words for a few seconds before looking down and playing with her rings. "Just, like...Were you one hundred percent serious when you said...If you ever caught me talking to, um...Luna again...Things would be over between us?" She nearly whispered.

I chuckled as I leaned up against the wall and raised a brow at her. "Is this a joke?"

"Tell her you're joking, shorty." Kit whisper yelled.

"I'm...Not joking," Billie mumbled. "I've been talking to her again and I didn't know how you'd react to that so I didn't wanna tell you. I mean—Well, I knew whatever your reaction would be...Wouldn't be good. It's just that she's been going through a hard time lately, and she's just been telling me about how alone she feels, and—and I just felt so bad for her! I didn't wanna start talking to her again, but she's, like, my weakness—" She cut herself off quickly after saying that.

"This is some fuck shit." Kit mumbled to herself.

"So, like, despite everything she's put you and me both through you decided you'd start back talking to her, knowing full well that she wants you or me or whoever she can get her slimy little hands on? And despite knowing how I feel about her, you decided to just go ahead and talk to her anyway? And instead of being honest and upfront about it—Because lets be honest, I'm an absolute idiot and probably would've told you to go ahead and talk to her if I'd known the situation—you decided to hide it from me and snap at me every time I questioned you about who you were talking to? And you swore up and down that you weren't hiding anything when you were hiding this shit?" I tilted my head, staring at her blankly.

"I—"

"You had me legitimately concerned. Like, I thought at first that maybe something was going wrong at home or something, but instead, you've just been becoming besties with Luna once again." I shook my head. "She's literally not even here and she's still managing to get in the middle of us. You can't focus on me or anything else when you're talking to her, I mean, fuck, I can't compete with her and I don't want to!" I let out a dry laugh.

"I feel so fucking stupid right now. Like, the one fucking thing that I needed you to do was cut her the fuck out completely so that she could stop causing drama between us and you couldn't even do that!" I bit the inside of my cheek and looked around for a few seconds, noticing that all our friends had stopped fighting and started looking at us.

Great.

"Look, I don't wanna talk about this anymore, okay?" I raised my brows as I slid my ring off and tossed it at her

"Nah, bro, put that shit back on!" Kit said quickly.

"Dahlia—"

"I don't know what you and Luna have going on, but, like, as long as y'all have anything going on, I want nothing to do with you. So, you can take that shit and give it to your new bitch." I muttered before opening the door and walking out.

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A/N: Decided to give you guys a new chapter before I take my lil updating break. Gotta dip!