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Burning | Koffee x Reader

Summary: As your best friend slowly withdraws from your life, you grapple with the heartache of her absence and the unsettling realization of unearthed feelings.

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, angst, coming of age

Word Count: 6153

A/N: Y'all... I have been working on this MONSTROUS wall of text since June 11, 2024. That's a long dang time! This story has seen oh-so many versions and changes, but I am so glad to finally have it out- and for the end of Koffee month at that! I am gonna take a break from the internet for a while after this, but I do hope you all still enjoy my writing in the meantime. Please feel free to share any thoughts or critiques. Without further ado...

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @koffee-lila-bailey @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world @pvnks0ul

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Summer had you in a chokehold. The heat was unbearable, and time felt like it was dragging. It’d only been a few weeks since graduation, but already, every day was starting to blur together- same old heat, same old boredom. You kept checking your phone, over and over, hoping for a message from Mikayla that never came.

She’d been weird lately. Short replies, random silences. A "cool" here, an "lol" there- like she was barely even trying anymore. You’d texted, called, even left a couple of voicemails, but nothing. Just radio silence. Your brain wouldn’t stop running in circles, trying to figure out if you said something wrong- if you did something wrong. But nothing made sense. You had always been close. She was your best friend. Was.

You groaned, flopping onto the couch and pulling up your phone again. There was a picture of her from a few months ago that you couldn’t stop looking at. Her smile, wide as ever, showing every tooth and bracket like she didn’t have a care in the world. Your chest tightened, and for a second, your heart did that stupid thing where it started racing.

Why was she so... ugh?

You dropped your phone on your lap and rubbed your face. This was getting ridiculous. What was her problem? And why did you care so much?

You needed to clear your head, to stop overthinking everything. A walk would help. Maybe some ice cream too. Anything to get out of this stuffy house and stop thinking about her.

Grabbing your keys, you headed outside. The sun hit you like a brick, but at least it gave you a reason to keep moving. Maybe just maybe by the time you got back, she would have finally texted a response.

The bell above the door jingled as you stepped into the corner shop, grateful for the blast of cold air conditioning. It felt like entering a different world from the sweltering heat outside. You made a beeline for the freezer section, ready to lose yourself in the simple joy of ice cream.

Until you heard voices. Familiar voices.

Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced toward the back of the row. Mikayla was there, standing with Jada. Jada?

You blinked, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. Jada-the same Jada who’d made your life miserable in middle school, convincing half the school you and Mikayla were weirdos. The same Jada who used to spread rumors about you two, whispering the word "gay" like it was a bad thing. You felt your stomach tighten just thinking about it.

And now she and Mikayla were standing there, laughing like old friends?

You froze, trying to disappear behind the nearest shelf. But it was too late.

"Woi, is that…?" Jada’s voice carried, and before you knew it, both of them were looking right at you.

You could feel the heat rising to your face and tried to play it cool, awkwardly pulling at the hem of your shirt. This wasn’t exactly how you planned on spending your afternoon.

"Jesus, look who it is," Jada said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Mi hardly see yuh around!"

Your mouth went dry. Mikayla stood beside her, wide-eyed and silent, like she wasn’t sure what to say either. Her reaction stung in a way you couldn’t quite explain. Was she embarrassed to see you?

"’Sup," you muttered, barely getting the syllable out.

Jada leaned back, eyes scanning you from head to toe, her smirk growing. "Yuh look same?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Still… homely…"

It wasn’t just the comment that made your chest tighten-it was the way Mikayla stayed quiet, her eyes darting between you and Jada like she wished she wasn’t there at all. The girl who used to be your best friend now looked… distant. And it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

You forced a laugh, trying to shrug it off. "Yeah, just, you know… grabbing some ice cream." You gestured vaguely toward the freezer section, desperate for an exit.

Jada chuckled, pushing her long braids behind her shoulder. "Right… Guhlang then. Don’t let wi keep you."

Mikayla still hadn’t said a word. You could feel her eyes on you, and it made your skin crawl. Why wasn’t she saying anything? Why was she even with Jada? It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

You nodded quickly, turning away, but not before catching the briefest look from Jada- a sneer. Almost like she found the whole situation hilarious. And maybe she did. You, standing there, feeling awkward and out of place. Pathetic, even.

Your face burned as you hurried toward the door. The knot in your stomach twisted tighter. You tried to shake off the weird feelings-the confusion, the frustration, the way your heart raced when you’d first seen Mikayla. Why did it always have to feel so complicated?

When you got home, you plopped in bed and sought distraction in a Netflix series. It had been droning on for a few hours. Normally, the screeching tires and fast-paced edits would have been enough to keep you mildly interested, but right now, it all felt unbearably loud. You weren’t even sure why you were still watching. You had never liked action shows, but this was one Mikayla had liked. She would lay at the foot of your bed, watching it on your laptop while you watched her. Now, though, the crashes and revving engines only grated on your nerves.

You shifted in bed, propping yourself up higher as you absentmindedly sucked on an ice cube, the cold biting against your tongue. It was a poor substitute for the ice cream you didn’t get at the store earlier. All that time, you’d thought maybe Mikayla was just busy, maybe she was going through something. But to see her, laughing and hanging out with Jada? The girl who used to make both of your lives hell? It didn’t sit right. None of it did.

Your eyes flickered over to your phone, screen bright in the dim room, as your thumb scrolled mindlessly through Snapchat stories.

One after another- video after video. Everyone was out, of course. Some house party, it looked like, with half your class packed into a living room. You scrunched your nose in distaste. The thought of it all-grinding against strangers, the stench of sweat and booze, everyone yelling over music that was already too loud-made you cringe. You would have rather been anywhere but a place like that.

But then, as you flicked to the next story, you froze.

It was just a five-second clip, the shaky footage of flashing lights and bodies moving in time to the bass, but in the background, you spotted something (or rather someone) that made your stomach twist. Mikayla. She was there, at that party. The camera panned quickly, but not before you caught the sight of her, head tilted back, as Jada Murphy poured alcohol straight into Mikayla’s mouth.

Your mouth went dry, and not just from the ice cube that had disintegrated moments ago.

You blinked, replaying the story again. And again. It was unmistakable. That was Mikayla, right in the middle of it all, laughing as Jada poured liquor down her throat.

A laugh that felt private to you only a while ago. A laugh that not many else had the privilege of hearing. A part of you was happy back then- that a line was drawn in the sand separating the pair of you from the rest of your school. They didn’t deserve to know just how amazing Mikayla was. You selfishly reveled in having her full attention.

But that was then. And this was now. As if it were Freaky Friday, you had become the voyeur looking in as Mikayla bonded with Jada of all people, and your messages went unanswered.

The more you thought about it, the more that strange, uncomfortable feeling deepened, clawing at your insides. A part of you wanted to let it go. Forget it. Turn back to your mindless entertainment until sleep overtook you. But then that bitterness rose again, pushing through your chest, making you feel restless.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you made a decision. Brash. Irrational. But you had already narrowed down a location using Snapchat Maps and were halfway out of bed, pulling on an outfit and grabbing your keys. You had no idea what you were planning to do when you got there, but right now, the thought of sitting here (alone, ignored, and replaced) felt worse than anything that might happen at that party.

You didn’t stop to think as you headed for the door.

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The bass hit you like a wall the moment you stepped inside the house, a low, pulsing vibration that ran through your chest. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and too much cheap cologne. Bodies moved in sync with the music and the sound of laughter and chatter filled the gaps between beats.

You hesitated for a second, standing near the door, wondering what the hell you were doing there. But there was no going back now. You had made the effort to dress up and show up, and now you were committed- even if you weren’t entirely sure what you were committing to.

Your eyes scanned the crowd for Mikayla, but it was hard to see anything clearly with the flashing lights and people constantly shifting in front of you. The knot in your stomach tightened. You hadn’t thought this far ahead. What exactly were you going to do when you found her?

You pushed through the crowd of people, making a beeline for the kitchen. If you were going to survive this, you’d need a drink first. You dodged a couple grinding on each other, stepped over a spill, and finally made it to the counter where bottles of liquor were lined up like a buffet.

Vodka seemed like the quickest solution. You poured a little into a plastic cup and took a moment to stare at the clear liquid. Maybe this was a mistake. But you were here now, and you weren’t leaving before you figured out why.

You took a tentative sip and immediately regretted it. The vodka burned your throat in a way that made your eyes water. You winced and coughed, trying to suppress the gag reflex that hit you.

A laugh erupted next to you. “First time?”

The voice was close (too close) and you caught a whiff of cologne, strong and clean. You glanced to your left and froze. The girl standing next to you looked vaguely familiar, tall with a casual confidence that radiated off her.

“It’s probably not a good idea to start drinking now,” she said, smirking. Her eyes held yours for a moment too long, and you suddenly felt very small.

You blinked, trying to place her. Something about her face… and then it clicked. She had been on the rival school’s basketball team. One of the starters, if you remembered correctly. The one who always seemed to dominate the court.

“You played ball at St. Mary’s, right?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you intended.

She grinned, a flash of teeth that made your stomach flip. “Good memory. Captain, actually. And you were one of those girls we wiped the floor with every year.”

You scowled, more out of embarrassment than anything. “We weren’t that bad.”

“You sure about that?” she teased, nudging your shoulder lightly. “I seem to remember you spending a lot of time on the bench.”

Her tone was light, but the way she looked at you made it feel like a game.

You tried to think of something clever to say back, but all you managed was a flustered laugh. Her grin widened, like she was enjoying how easily she was getting to you.

“I’m Kara, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand. Her grip was firm, confident, and the contact sent a strange rush of electricity up your arm. “And you’re…?”

You told her your name, feeling awkward and a little out of your depth. Kara’s eyes flickered over you, quick but lingering, and you got the distinct feeling she was sizing you up. She leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur.

“You don’t look like you belong here,” she said, tilting her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “A little out of place, aren’t you?”

“I- no, I-” you started to protest, but the words died on your tongue. She was still watching you, her gaze intense, like she was enjoying every second of making you squirm.

She laughed again, the sound rich and warm, and somehow even more disarming than her teasing. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. But seriously, a party full of strangers is not the right place to start experimenting with alcohol.”

Kara grabbed a beer from the counter and twisted the cap off with one hand, taking a slow sip while keeping her eyes on you. The way she held herself made you feel like an immature kid.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach to your annoyance. She was just being nice, maybe a little flirty, but it shouldn’t have affected you this much.

Kara grabbed the plastic cup from your hand with a grin. "Alright, since vodka’s clearly not your thing," she teased. "Let me make you something a little more… sweet."

You watched as she moved with ease, reaching for a few bottles and mixers from the counter. The room around you felt like it was buzzing, but you were focused entirely on her. She poured a splash of something clear then grabbed a few different juices. Her movements were quick but deliberate.

The ice cubes clinked softly as she stirred the drink with a casual flick of her wrist. “Here,” she said, handing you the cup. “Try this. More your speed, I think.”

You took it and brought it cautiously to your lips. The first sip was sweet, with a bit of a tang, and the alcohol was barely noticeable beneath the layers of tropical flavors. It was a welcome contrast to the awful burn of vodka you’d endured earlier.

“Better?” Kara asked, her tone playful but with a glint of genuine curiosity in her eyes.

You nodded, swallowing the drink with a relieved sigh. “Yeah. A lot better.”

Kara laughed, leaning against the counter beside you, her arm brushing yours just slightly. “Figured. You don’t strike me as the straight-liquor type.”

The warmth of her presence made your skin tingle, and you suddenly felt hyper-aware of how close she was. The party noise swelled around you, but for a brief moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in the kitchen, the sounds fading into the background as you sipped the drink she had made for you.

"So," Kara said, turning her body to face you fully, "what brings you here? This doesn't seem like your scene."

You paused, the question catching you off guard. What had brought you here? Wasn’t it Mikayla? Showing her you had a life too, that you weren’t just sitting around waiting for her to text back? But now, with Kara standing so close, her attention fully on you, your thoughts felt scattered, like you’d lost the thread of why you came in the first place.

“I-” you started, but the words didn’t come out right. You took another sip of the drink, buying yourself a second to gather your thoughts. “I just… needed to get out, I guess.”

Kara took another sip of her beer, eyes scanning the crowded kitchen before landing back on you. "Wanna go somewhere quieter?" she asked, tilting her head toward the stairs. "It’s kinda loud down here."

You hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Yeah, sure."

She grinned and led the way, weaving effortlessly through the party. You followed close behind, your drink still in hand, your pulse quickening from the nerves and thrill and unexpectedness. You hadn't come here looking for anything, and yet here you were, trailing after a girl who had completely stolen your attention.

Upstairs, the noise of the party softened into a distant hum. Kara found a small nook near a window with a plush chair and stray pillows scattered across the floor. She plopped down on the arm of the chair, patting the cushion beside her as an invitation.

You sat down, the space between you almost nonexistent, and before you knew it, conversation flowed easily. Kara was funny and effortlessly charming. She told exaggerated stories about the worst parties she’d ever been to, and you found yourself matching her energy, teasing her back, and sharing little snippets of your own life that you rarely offered up so freely.

Somewhere between laughing at a dumb joke she made and arguing about an old basketball game, you realized you had completely forgotten why you had even come to this party in the first place.

Until Kara stretched, standing up with a little groan. "Alright, hold that thought. I need to hit the bathroom real quick," she said, flashing you a lazy smile before disappearing down the hall.

You exhaled, leaning back against the chair, still feeling the buzz of her presence. But then-

The door down the hall creaked open, and a group of people spilled out, talking amongst themselves. Jada was in the middle (and the loudest), but it was Mikayla who caught your attention.

She noticed you almost instantly, her brows drawing together slightly, eyes flicking over you like she wasn’t sure she was seeing right. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before shaking her head, exhaling through her nose like she was trying to make sense of something.

"Yuh really here?" she asked with a sort of exasperation, like she wasn’t sure whether to be surprised or annoyed.

You blinked. "Uh… yeah?"

Mikayla's eyes shifted briefly to the empty seat next to you with Kara’s phone and beer bottle in front of it. Her jaw visibly tightened for some reason. "You don’t even like parties," she said plainly.

You weren’t sure what to say to that. It definitely didn’t like parties, so there was no reason to be here. But before you could come up with something, Kara’s voice cut in.

"Hey," she said, reappearing at your side. "We good?"

Mikayla's gaze flicked between the two of you, her expression briefly unreadable before she let out a short breath. "Wow," she muttered, then huffed a quiet laugh, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Yeah. We good."

Kara didn’t exactly tense, but something in her stance shifted, like she was quietly assessing the situation. "Well, alright then," she said, her voice light but firm, like that should be the end of it.

Mikayla’s mouth pressed into a line. "A’right," she murmured, taking a small step back. "Enjoy the party."

She didn’t wait for a response, just turned to follow Jada and the others down the stairs, but not before you caught the way her eyes lingered on you for half a second longer than necessary.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Kara turned to you, her face softening back into amusement. "Sooo… wanna tell me what that was about?"

You sighed, swirling the last bit of your drink in the cup before setting it down beside you. "That was… Mikayla," you admitted, like Kara hadn’t just witnessed the whole thing.

Kara nodded, waiting for you to continue.

You hesitated, feeling a strange lump in your throat. "She was my best friend," you finally said, your voice quieter now. "But ever since school ended, she’s been acting like I don’t exist. Barely replies to my texts, never answers my calls. I don’t know what I did."

Kara’s gaze softened. "That sucks."

You let out a hollow laugh. "Yeah, tell me about it." You blinked a few times, forcing back the sting behind your eyes. "And now she’s always hanging out with Jada. Like- like we didn’t used to hate her." You scoffed, shaking your head. "Jada used to make our lives hell, and now suddenly they’re best friends? I don’t get it. I don’t get her."

Kara studied you for a second, her lips pressing together like she was debating something. Then she sighed, rubbing a hand over her face before pointing at you. "Alright, listen. I was just starting to like you, so I really don’t wanna say this, but…" She tilted her head, watching your face carefully. "You like her."

You frowned. "Obviously. She was my best friend-"

"No," Kara interrupted, giving you a knowing look. "You like her."

You stared at her, heart skipping a beat for a reason you didn’t want to examine. "That’s- no. I don’t."

Kara raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. So, you don’t care that she’s been ignoring you?"

"I mean, of course I care-"

"And you’re not at all jealous of Jada?"

Your mouth opened, then closed. Heat rushed to your face. "That’s not-"

Kara smirked. "And you don’t get, like, weirdly flustered when she looks at you for too long? Or when she touches you? Or when she used to compliment you?"

Your stomach did something uncomfortable. Your mind immediately conjured up memories you wished it wouldn’t.

Kara clicked her tongue. "Yeah, you like her."

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. "That’s ridiculous. I would know if I-"

"Would you, though?" Kara teased gently.

You looked away, your heart thudding against your ribs.

Kara sighed again, leaning back against the chair. "Man. This is kinda annoying."

You glanced at her. "What is?"

She gave you a flat look. "I was just starting to like you, and now I gotta help you win back another girl."

That caught you off guard. "You what?"

Kara shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal, but there was something genuine behind her nonchalance. "I mean, yeah. You’re funny, you’re cute, and I was kinda hoping we’d make out a little before the night ended, but-" She smirked at your shocked expression. "I’ll take the L. You clearly have some unfinished business."

You stared at her, words failing you entirely.

Kara huffed a small laugh, shaking her head. "Relax, I’m not mad. I like a challenge. And from the way Mikayla was looking at me just now?" She gave you a pointed look. "She’s jealous as hell."

Your heart did that weird flip again, but you ignored it. "You think?"

"I know." Kara grinned, nudging your leg with hers. "So, now what? Do you want my help?"

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The air downstairs was thick with heat and bass, the kind that settled in your chest and made everything feel heavier. People moved together with their bodies pressed close, and the R&B playing was slow and syrupy. All of it went to your head and made it hard to focus.

Kara led you through the crowd, pushing past couples tangled up in each other until you reached the center of the room. Your heart thudded as you took in your surroundings- too many people, too much closeness, and too many smells mixing together.

You turned to her, uneasy. "Kara, I don’t think-"

"Relax," she murmured, stepping in close. Too close. Her breath was warm against your ear. "Just follow my lead."

Before you could say anything else, she pressed herself against your back, hands settling on your waist. Your whole body locked up at the contact, but Kara’s grip was firm and guiding. Her fingers spread just enough to keep you in place.

"Loosen up," she whispered, voice low and coaxing.

She started moving first, rolling her hips in a slow rhythm, pulling you into it with her. You tried to resist at first, but it was impossible not to follow. Kara was patient, pressing you deeper into the movement, her grip tightening just enough to keep you steady.

You swallowed hard, your senses overwhelmed- the feel of her body molding to yours, the weight of her touch, the slow drag of her breath near your ear. Your stomach flipped as you felt yourself melting into it, the nerves fading into something looser, hazier.

The song stretched on, each second making your skin burn hotter. You didn’t know what to think anymore- only that Kara was making it far too easy to forget everything else.

And that’s exactly what you did.

So much so that you didn’t even notice when the song ended. Kara finally eased her grip on you. You let out a breath, dizzy, catching yourself on your feet.

Then you saw her.

Mikayla.

Standing across the room, watching.

And she was fuming.

The second Mikayla started moving, Kara took one look at you, one look at her, and patted your shoulder. "Welp. Good luck with that," she muttered before vanishing into the crowd, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Your stomach dropped.

Mikayla was already storming toward you, her face set in something unreadable, but her pace was fast, determined. You considered running- just turning on your heel and disappearing into the bodies around you- but Mikayla was quicker. Before you could take a step, her fingers wrapped around your wrist.

"Come," she said, her voice tight.

You barely had a second to react before she was dragging you away through the crowd like she had somewhere specific in mind. Your pulse pounded as you struggled to keep up. "Mikayla-"

She didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at you.

Up the stairs. Down the hall. Past a group of people chatting outside one of the rooms.

Then-

A door.

Mikayla shoved it open, pulled you inside, and slammed it shut behind her.

Your breath hitched.

Before you could say a word, Mikayla pushed you until the backs of your knees hit something, and you stumbled onto what felt like a bed.

You barely had time to process before she was standing over you, her chest rising and falling like she was trying to catch her breath.

"Awuh kind fuckery this?" The words came out sharp, almost accusing.

You blinked up at her, your mind scrambling. "What?"

Mikayla scoffed, stepping closer, eyes flashing in the dim light. "Yuh deaf now miss?"

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your brain was still trying to catch up, trying to understand why she was so mad, why she looked at you like that.

There had only been a few other times Mikayla had been this angry with you.

Once, when you hid you had a sprain and played through the injury for finals.

Another time in sixth grade when you gave someone a Valentine, and she ignored you for a week straight.

And then that one time…

Your stomach flipped.

You didn’t want to think about that one time.

You opened your mouth, but the words caught in your throat. The tension in the air was thick, making it hard to breathe, let alone think straight. All you could manage was a shaky breath, your heart hammering against your chest.

Mikayla wasn’t having it. She moved fast, straddling you, her knees pressing into the bed on either side of your hips. Her hands gripped your shoulders, and for a split second, it felt like she was holding you in place, but also keeping you from escaping.

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing. She leaned closer, and the heat from her breath felt too close to your skin.

"Yuh nuh understand?" she seethed. "Alluh this… you and she-" She shook her head, her grip tightening.

Your mind was spinning. You wanted to say something, anything, but you could barely get the words out. "I- I'm not- I just…" Your voice faltered, and her face showed frustration.

"Shut up," Mikayla muttered, shaking her head. "Yuh really don't get it. You nuh understand nothing, do you?" Her voice was harsh, but underneath, there was something else. Something sad.

You found yourself glaring, frustration bubbling up in your chest. "Oh, so now you’re worried about me and her? What about Jada, huh? She was the one hanging off you earlier," you shot back, the words coming out sharper than you'd meant.

Mikayla froze for a second, and for a moment, you thought you might've gotten through to her. But then she smirked, lips curling into something cold and condescending.

"Shtupid," she muttered, the word dripping with venom. "Yuh nuh know what yuh talk about."

Before you could even register what was happening, Mikayla’s hands tightened on your shoulders, and then her lips were on yours—hot, urgent, and unrelenting. The kiss was a sudden collision, raw and feverish, like she had been holding back for too long and finally snapped. Her breath was warm against your skin, her grip firm as if she was afraid you’d slip away. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—just the undeniable pull of something that had been simmering beneath the surface, now finally spilling over.

You froze. Your heart stopped, your brain scrambled to catch up. It felt like the world had suddenly tilted, like your body was too slow to react, too confused to understand why this was happening, or what it even meant.

But Mikayla didn’t give you time to think. Her hands slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. She tasted like anger. Like something you didn’t have the words for.

And as her lips finally pulled away, the air between you was heavy. Mikayla was breathing heavily, too. After a pause, she began to go off again.

"So this what yuh do now, huh?" Mikayla snapped, her anger still simmering beneath the surface. "Yuh just ah mess around with all the gyal you meet in sixth form? Play around with them like yuh some kind gyalis?"

You blinked, too disoriented to respond right away. What was she even talking about? "Mikayla, I- " You started, trying to make sense of her words. You were still trying to piece together what had just happened, but she wasn’t letting you get a word in.

"Yuh tek mi fi game?" Mikayla’s tone was biting, sarcastic. She scoffed, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "Yuh move on like it’s nothing. Like yuh nuh care."

The words stung, but you couldn’t make sense of them. "Mikayla, I don’t- what do you mean? I-" You reached for her, trying to understand, but she pulled back, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

Then, all at once, Mikayla stopped. Her face softened.

"I didn’t get into sixth form," she admitted, voice quieter. "So I’m stuck doing nothing. And you? Yuh haffi continue without me… Yuh gonna forget me.."

Your heart skipped a beat as the words hit you harder than anything else she’d said. It was like a light bulb flickered on in your mind, the confusion melting away. The missed calls. The ignored texts. The coldness.

That was what it was about.

Your throat tightened as the realization sank in. Mikayla wasn’t cutting you off for Jada or something else. She was hurt. She was afraid that you were going to leave her behind, that your lives were going in different directions and there was nothing she could do about it.

You froze. She wasn’t mad at you, not really. She was just scared. And maybe, deep down, so were you.

But before you could say anything, Mikayla took a deep breath, looking away from you like she couldn’t bear to meet your gaze. "Mi know seh yuh gonna move on without me. That’s fine. Mi already mek peace and ting."

The finality in her voice made your chest tighten, and it felt like the walls were closing in. Was that really how she saw it? Was that really what she thought?

You didn’t have an answer for her, not yet. But one thing was clear- you didn’t want her to think that. You could never walk away from her.

You couldn’t stop the flood of emotions that overtook you. You leaned up, wrapping your arms tightly around Mikayla, pulling her close like you couldn’t stand the distance between you anymore. "I could never leave you, Mikayla. Never," you blurted, your voice thick with the weight of everything you’d been feeling. "I missed you so much. I thought... I thought you stopped caring about me. But now I get it. I didn’t know you were going through this. I didn’t know you were hurting."

Mikayla stiffened at first, her breath hitching, but then she slowly let herself relax into your embrace, her arms finally encircling you. She let out a shaky breath, pulling back just enough to look at you. "Mi try fi give yuh space," she admitted softly. "Mi nuh know how fi deal with... us not being us anymore. I can’t imagine not being together everyday with you. That’s how we’ve always lived. And now you gonna move on without me."

You froze, blinking at her as the weight of her words sank in. "I’m not," you said quickly, your voice soft with confusion. "I swear I’m not. I thought you were mad at me. You stopped picking up the phone, stopped responding. I thought I’d done something wrong. I thought I was too much for you."

Her eyes softened at that, a little edge of guilt creeping into her expression. Mikayla’s grip on you tightened as she rested her forehead against yours. "Yuh nuh too much miss," she whispered, her voice raw. "You’re everything to me. But I didn’t know how to show you that, not when I thought you were moving on without me."

You could feel the pain in her words, the hurt that had been festering for so long. "I’m sorry," you said softly, brushing a tear from her cheek. "I never want you to feel that way. I don’t want to lose you, either."

She kissed you gently, tenderly, as if testing the waters to see if you were really still there, really still hers. When she pulled back, her voice was barely a whisper. "Mi miss yuh so," she said, her words shaking. "And mi nuh wan fi lose yuh again."

You held her tighter, your heart swelling with everything you didn’t know how to say. "I missed you too," you finally whispered. "I thought I was the only one hurting."

She smiled softly, her eyes full of understanding. "So... we’re okay?" she asked, a little unsure, but hopeful.

You nodded, not even needing to think about it. "We’re more than okay," you said with sincerity. "We’ll be fine."

She kissed you again, more firmly this time, and you both settled into each other, the weight of everything finally lifting.

When the kiss broke, you pulled her close, resting your head against hers. "Does this mean we’re friends again?" you asked, your voice teasing but full of warmth.

Mikayla looked at you, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "No," she replied, her voice low and serious. "Wi more than that."

And in that moment, everything you’d been unsure about, everything you thought was lost, felt like it had fallen perfectly into place. The world outside didn’t matter anymore. It was just you and Mikayla, finding your way back to each other, and it felt like home.

You thought you might drift off to sleep. The soft, steady rise and fall of Mikayla’s chest, the warmth of her arms wrapped around you- it felt like everything was right. You stared at her, unable to stop smiling as she traced light patterns across your arm, the soft rhythm calming you.

But just as you were on the edge of dozing off, the door creaked open. You froze.

It was Jada and Kara, tangled up in a kiss, oblivious to the fact that they weren’t alone. Until they realized they weren’t.

“Shit,” Jada muttered, pulling back from Kara, looking almost mortified. Kara, on the other hand, let out a soft laugh and shot a quick glance in your direction before meeting Mikayla’s eyes.

“Oops,” Kara said, her voice filled with that same mischievous energy. “Didn’t realize you two were in here.” She shrugged it off, the playful grin never leaving her face. “But hey, looks like our little plan worked, huh?”

Jada just shook her head and left. Kara shot you a wink and followed after her.

Mikayla didn’t move for a few moments. She was quiet, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed what had just happened. Then, slowly, she turned to you, her lips curling into a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Really?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Alladat was to make me jealous?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but she raised a finger to stop you, “Now yuh haffi answer for this miss.”

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