But That's None Of My Business😏😏(Season Six Queens) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 11

Laganja's POV:

Here I am: Laying in the nurse's office with a cut on my face. All because I want Adore to be proud of me enough to be with me. Why am I such a fool? How am I going to compete with Bianca Del Rio? Am I really stupid enough to think that Adore would be with me after I lied about us sleeping together more than once. I'm sure she told everything to Courtney or Darienne or Dela, and one of them told Adore. I bet she is hunting me down at this moment! I have got to get out of here.

As I'm getting up and walking to the door, the nurse stops me in my tracks. "And where are you going?" Nurse Hardy asks me "Oh, I feel fine. I just had a small cough, sir. Nothing serious." I say. "Oh, and I'm assuming that small cut on your face is nothing either?" He asks me while pointing 5o the obviously large wound on my face. "Ok, the truth is I have a family emergency and I need to be at home as soon as possible." I say while shedding a few tears, and sniffling a few sniffles, trying to give my best performance to him. He sits me down, and starts to stitch up my face. It hurts like hell, but I bite through the pain. He finishes up by putting large band-aid over my face. I thank him and I quickly go home.

I get to my apartment and quickly change into some comfortable lounge wear. After a good lunch and nap, I wake up to 15 missed calls and 30 new messages from Adore. I can't tell why she calling and messaging me so much; either she is worried sick about me, or she trying to find out where I am so she can kick my ass for lying. I deserve it so much, though. Either way, no matter what, she is still my best friend regardless if she is mad at me or not. I pick up my phone and call her.

A:Laganja!!
L:Hi mama.
A:Where the hell are you? I'm worried sick about you!
L: I'm at my apartment.
A:I'm on my way
L:What?Why?
A: Because I want to check up on you!
L: Ok then.

*end of phone call*

It's 4:45, and Adore is still not here, which I don't Mind; It gives me time to process everything I'm going to tell her. My feelings for her are finally going to be out in the open. I'm so anxious, everything is becoming so surreal right now. All of s sudden I hear the doorbell ring. I take my time to answer. As soon as I open the door, she sprints in and hugs me tight enough to the point where I am having trouble breathing. "Oh my god, Laganja I thought something fucking happened to you!" She says letting go of me. I gasp for hair and she laughs. "I'm sorry." She says still laughing.I laugh as well, and we sit down and start talking. "Ok let me see it." Adore says. I know what she is talking about: the cut. As I slowly take off the bandage, I seer her preparing herself for what she's about to see. So adorable. I take the bandage off and she moves her hand from across her eyes, and she doesn't look surprised. She looks more...intrigued. She's swarming around my scar like a gnat.

Adore finally sits down, and I ask her about her day. Well," she starts. "It was...nothing like I expected." "Ok spill it. What happened?" I ask her. "Ok, so, I talked to Bianca." I don't say a word; my face is just jaw dropped, for guilty reasons while I wait for her to, finish. "That was after the picture of your face cut. Then, we all gathered in the bathroom for something else. Eventually, as we got ready to leave, Bianca told Dela and I what she did to your face." Adore states. My heart just skipped a beat. I am scared to ask what happened next, but I am going to. "And what happened?" I ask. "I went off on her! I told her no matter what you said, it doesn't justify her hitting you!" She says . I am so relieved she isn't mad. I sigh in relief. "Oh thank goodness. I thought you were mad at me for lying to Bianca." I say pretending to wipe the seat off of my Forehead while chuckling. She, on the other hand, is not happy. "The fuck are you talking Laganja?" She asks me. My eyes are widened I am starting to think Bianca didn't tell Adore what I said. "Um nothing." I say. "Tell me right fucking now!" She demands. She is so scary, I'm afraid what is going to happen if I don't. "Well," I start while getting up and moving around trying not to face her. "I...um, I kinda told Bianca that...we slept together more than once." I flash a "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to lie" smile, while she flashes me a " be thankful looks can't kill." face in return. "What the fuck Laganja?! Why would you do that?!" She screams at me. I start to cry a few tears before I answer her. Suddenly, all of my feelings for her come out. "Because I wanted you to be proud enough to be with me! I fucking love you, Adore! I would do any and everything for you. And I know you'll never feel the same way towards me, but I just can't help but feel this way! I lied because I thought it was the right thing to do at the time." I reply to her. It's silent. I'm facing away from Adore so she won't see me. I feel so sad, but at the same time, I feel like a weight is lifted off of my chest. Suddenly, I turn around to see Adore dead in my face. Her eyes just as bloodshot red as nine. I try to turn away, but she grabs my arm and prevents me from doing so. She hugs me for so long. Then, she whispers in my ear. "You don't need to lie for me." She says sniffling. "I know. I'm so sorry." I say. I let go of her, and we sit on the couch. " I have something to tell you." Adore says while grabbing my hands. I'm do confused, but I don't say anything. " I've been dating Dela for almost 3 months now." She says. I am dumbfounded by this. My heart dropped to my stomach. All I can do is sigh and nod approvingly. "Ok, Courtney is having a sleepover tonight and we're all invited, so you're going to go and we are going to apologize to Bianca." Adore says smiling like nothing just happened. My eyes widened, then roll up into my head, then I focus them back on Adore. "Fine." I say groaning loudly. She starts chuckling then she gets up and walk to the door. I hug her and she whispers in my ear. "If you ever so this type of shit again, I'm gonna take your marijuana and bury it." She walks away smiling, and I bust gut laughing. Once she leaves, I start packing for the sleepover while still processing what just took place.