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Maila Kolbi October 28, 2024 (Monday) Central High School
After that wild party and a deep talk with Ms. Nova, I came to a decision: Kamiya is not my friend, and I can't pretend otherwise. I blocked her on everything. We haven't spoken since, and honestly? I don't want to.
The weekend passed in a blur, and now we're back at Central High. Tension still heavy in the air. Skylar's been crying over Keith for what feels like two weeks straight, and it's been hard watching her hurt like that.
Micah and I haven't had a real conversation since the night of the kiss. I did check in on him yesterday, though—he was at the hospital with Aiden, who still hasn't woken up. My heart aches for him. All I want today is a peaceful school day, no drama.
I was walking through the hallway during passing period when I spotted Princess at her locker. She looked up, saw me, and instantly frowned. My stomach flipped with guilt.
She didn't deserve how I treated her. She didn't say those messy things—Kamiya did. And I let her.
I walked over.
"Hi, Princess," I said softly.
She rolled her eyes. "Hey, Maila," she sighed.
"Can we talk? Please?"
She stared at me for a few seconds, then finally nodded. We walked into an empty classroom, and she hopped up onto one of the desks.
"Okay," she said, arms crossed. "Let's hear it."
"I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what Kamiya said."
"Nah, I can handle Kamiya's lying ass. She just mad she can't mess with me," Princess said, flipping her hair. "But the fact that you thought I wanted Micah? That's what blew me."
I looked down. "I know..."
"If you felt a way about me and Micah being close, if you thought I was overstepping, why wouldn't you just say that? I'm an open book. I would've kept it real. Every time."
"I just gotta stop overthinking the small things " I said
"I don't want him. Unless Micah grows a fat ass and some boobs, we're good. But I do get it now—how it probably looked. He does come to me first with certain stuff. But Micah's been through a lot. Losing his mom, dealing with all that trauma... He opens up slow. And after his triflin' ex did him dirty, he's cautious."
I stayed quiet, listening.
"But you're not her. I know you don't wanna hurt Micah. You just gotta say something when you're feeling a way. And girl..." she raised her brows, "your friend? The way she runs you? Couldn't be me. I would've knocked the braces out that bitch. All shade!"
I choked on a laugh.
"I'm serious! You can't be soft out here. You gotta get mean sometimes. Especially with these boys. Communication is key—Micah ain't gonna be the one to pour his heart out first. If you start? He'll follow. That boy is a yapper, trust."
