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Chapter Nine: The Betrayal of Hoodie Girl

Kylie was suffering.

Like, physically, emotionally, and maybe even spiritually.

Because here she was, standing in her own apartment, watching her traitor of a best friend shamelessly flirt with Malia—while Malia, the absolute menace that she was, just smirked and went along with it.

“Oh, you’re so much hotter in person,” Ruby gushed, twirling a strand of her hair.

Malia chuckled. “I get that a lot.”

Kylie scowled.

Dara, still recording everything like a menace, gasped. “Wait, you do?” She turned to Ruby. “Are we not special?”

Malia just winked. “You’re special, don’t worry.”

Kylie nearly gagged.

Meanwhile, Ruby was thriving. “I just feel like we should’ve met sooner, you know? Maybe in, like, a romantic setting?”

Malia hummed. “Like a candlelit dinner?”

Ruby squealed.

Kylie wanted to launch herself into the sun.

Because Malia? She wasn’t even trying to shut it down. If anything, she was encouraging it.

And okay, fine, maybe it shouldn’t have bothered Kylie. Maybe she shouldn’t have cared.

But she did.

And worse?

Malia knew it.

Because every time Kylie let out an annoyed huff or crossed her arms tighter, Malia’s stupid smirk only grew.

Like she was enjoying watching Kylie be a stroppy, jealous little menace.

And that? That was unacceptable.

So Kylie did what any rational, totally normal person would do.

She fought back.

“You know what, Ruby?” Kylie said, crossing her arms. “You should totally date Malia.”

Ruby gasped. “RIGHT?”

Kylie nodded seriously. “Absolutely. I mean, she’s rich, famous, and just arrogant enough to keep up with you.”

Malia raised an eyebrow. “Gee, thanks.”

“Oh, no problem,” Kylie said sweetly. “Just don’t expect much in terms of fashion sense.”

Malia scoffed. “I dress fine.”

Kylie gasped dramatically. “Oh, babe, no. You dress like a walking nap.”

Dara cackled.

Ruby, bless her soul, still wasn’t catching on. “I could fix that,” she mused, tapping her chin. “I mean, imagine Malia in a leather jacket—”

Kylie shoved her. “Get out.”

Malia, meanwhile, was thriving.

Because sure, Ruby’s flirting was fun and all. But Kylie?

Kylie roasting her? Kylie getting all stroppy and jealous?

That was way, way cuter than any compliment could ever be.