Brenda wanted a normal school year. Instead her mom died.
Salma needed space from her sister and terrible ex. Or else she'd lose her mind.
Delilah didn't think she'd have any more problems after moving far from her hometown. That was until she becam...
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❝I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.❞
-Maya Angelou
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✋SALMA✋
My energy was drained when we left the tracks. I was craving milkshakes and Iman was in the mood for a hamburger. There was only one place open this late that could cater to our cravings.
We pulled up to a diner near our old high school. It was three in the morning, so naturally there weren't many people there. One of the perks of a nearly empty diner was that we got our food really fast. There was no wait.
"Can you put your phone down?" Iman groaned, holding down Malik's cell phone. "You've been texting since we got into the car."
"I'm sorry." He said while texting.
"Mal."
His gazed flickered up and pecked her lips. "Oooh, you know I like when you say half of my name. Say it again." He went for another kiss, growling under his breath like an animal.
I covered my mouth. "Ohmigod, please stop. I have to deal with that 24/7. I'd like it if you didn't do that in public. Give my gag reflex a little break."
Malik continued texting. "Soon your gag reflect will get a break."
I stirred my milkshake with my straw. "There's no that would happen unless I move out."
Malik gave me a look. "That might be sooner than later."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I gulped.
"Well I have a friend that says he's got a house with an open room."
"He?" I coughed. "Uh, no. I'm not rooming with some guy."
"It's a guy and a girl. Their names are Scott and Brenda," he went on to say. "It's a really big house and they've got some bedrooms open. It's not too far away from the campus and—wait for this—it's got a pool."
Iman sighed into her hands. "Why do I feel like you've been house hunting more than Salma? I told you she can stay as long as she wants. She's been helping with groceries and bills. It's not like she's just mooching off of us."
"I don't even eat your food or use your hair products. It's almost like I'm not there." I added.
"Yeah, but you are there." He grumbled. A few seconds later, he yelped, winching from a pain in his leg. He darted a dark look over at my sister. "I'm being honest."
"I want you to be nice," she whispered. "What if I acted this way with your brother?"
