She could not even see straight. Devyn was absolutely livid and with the way people in the hall parted to get out of her way, she was sure it showed
on her face. She knew now why Koi had never made it to dinner. Why he was too fucking busy to answer any of her fucking calls or texts. Why they
seemed to be back to what they were before that kiss on the bleachers…The fucking kiss of death. He never had any intention of meeting her
last night. He’d made plans with Derrick and...and her. Devyn willed herself not to cry as that video started again in her mind. Thirteen
seconds of pure torture watching Koi grip Taylor’s non existent ass as she gave him a stiff ass lapdance with her hand in his pants and her lips
covering his. It was fucking disgusting! And it was fucking everywhere. Derrick had uploaded at least three other videos to his Instagram last night
documenting their debauchery and everyone had seen it. She heard the whispers. She felt the stares. And Taylor.
Taylor had made it her mission to see Devyn first thing this morning to rub her face in what she wanted her to believe happened last night. She heard
her telling her little friend about how big Koi’s dick was and...it was all bullshit! He DID NOT fuck her. Devyn refused to believe he would betray
her like that. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her like that. Not her. Yes, he was pissed at her about that fight still, but he wasn’t this mad...he
couldn’t be…
Devyn clung to that she she continued down Davenport’s main hallway looking for the kid at his locker. She was just going to ask him. She was going
to ask him if he fucked Taylor Westbrooks last night and he was going to be straight with her. What was she thinking? There was nothing to be straight
about. He didn’t fuck Taylor. Yes, he stood her up. Yes, her kissed that rancid bitch. But Koi. Did. Not. Fuck. Taylor. He wouldn’t do
that to her...Well, she was about to find out for sure.
He was digging something out of his locker, his attention otherwise occupied. “Koi-,” her voice was gruff, his name leaving her lips like he owed
her money. “What the FUCK is this?!” She slammed her cellphone into his chest, the audio from Derrick’s video playing as it hit him. “What the
fuck happened last night?!”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
Koooooi! My niggaaaa! Yet another foreign had clapped Koi on the shoulder as the owner passed him in the hall. Koi forced a dry laugh, a
noncommittal "yeah" coming out of his mouth before the half-smirk melted off of his face and he turned back to whatever the fuck he'd been looking for
in his locker again. His head was an E.L.E as he'd just experience an extinction level type of night. He was literally praying for Jesus and all His
Holy Saints to keep every noise from making his entire head throb. If Derrick hadn't rolled him out of the fucking bed and into the shower, Koi
would've probably still be knocked out...face down, drooling on the expensive ass linens Derrick's mom kept on his bed in the guest room.
What the hell had he been thinking last night? Koi rolled his neck as he shifted another book in his locker, still confused about what he was
even looking for. He didn't know. He didn't care. His brain was still too busy trying to make sense of what he'd done last night...and the video he'd
seen playing on Derrick's instagram as he'd scrolled down his feed that morning. Koi. Taylor Westbrooks. A lap dance that would've made the Twerk
Team's videos look like soft porn. He groaned quietly as he remembered the video...and the feeling of his throat dropping into his stomach when
he saw it. Not like he needed the video to remember the shit that had gone down that night. He remembered. How the night started with Derrick begging
him to go out with he and Taylor that night. Devyn'll be alright. Just come out with us... They never even made it out the door as they'd
started doing lines the second Taylor got there. They poured shots, got a little flirty...next thing Koi knew, he was moaning into Taylor's mouth with
her hand around his dick.
"Shit..." He muttered, running his hand over his face. Last night...wasn't supposed to go down the way it had. He was supposed to...fake his way
through dinner with Devyn. Instead, he'd taken the first out he could find in Derrick and Taylor. It didn't take that long for his boy to convince him
to spend his night doing something other than Devyn. And Koi took the opportunity, ditching Devyn and spending his night doing... He sighed again,
letting his head fall into the quiet space of his locker, letting the silence give him a moment to rest his head and...
Koi! His body jolted as he nearly banged it against the inside of his locker. He turned around and before he could place a blurry face with a
name, Devyn's phone slammed into his chest, the sound of his familiar moan hitting his ears before he got a chance to look at the screen. He didn't
need to. Hitting the "lock" button on her phone, slamming his locker door shut and immediately regretting the loud "clang" it made as it closed.
"First of all, you can kill all that noise..." He muttered, shoving her phone back towards her. "...like seriously."
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” That’s what he had to say to her? Kill the noise? She waited for him until 10 o’clock last night, texting him
at 6 and 7 to see if he was still coming. Calling him at eight and nine, just hoping he would answer so she knew he was alive. Oh, but he wasn’t
dead. He was just busy. Busy with Derrick and that whore. Doing lines, popping pills, taking shots. Having the fucking time of his fucking life. All
while she sat in her aunt’s apartment, waiting to see if he was actually ever going to hit her back and tell her what was going on. The answer
became an apparent no when Miyu called to tell her he wasn’t coming and to check Derrick insta. He played her.
Koi played her and she had let him; buying into all the bullshit he’d spit as they sat together on the field. You’re good. I just needed
time…He was a fucking LIAR. He lied to her face and deep down she had known it, but she wanted to believe him too bad to go with her gut. She
had been right in questioning herself yesterday. She knew now that they weren’t what they had been. They weren’t even friends. She snatched her
phone from his hand, her brows knitting together in the rage she could feel beginning to bubble over.
“I think what you mean is, ‘oh hey Dev. About last night, I blew you off to fuck around with Taylor Westbrooks’. Is that what you meant to say
to me Koi? Because I might have accepted that if you’d told me before I had to find out myself ON FUCKING INSTAGRAM!” Her blood was boiling. She
didn’t care who had stopped what they were doing to watch the fireworks fly. It was going down. Right here and right now. Not only did he fuck
Taylor last night he fucking blew her off to do it...No. No, she still couldn’t believe that. He didn’t fuck Taylor. He had been super
disrespectful in everything that had transpired in the last 24 hours, but he did not do that to her.
“Just tell me one thing. Did you fuck her?”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
Was he kidding her? Was she kidding HIM? Last time he checked, they were in the middle of the fucking hall and the drama greedy bastards that
they went to school with were already sticking their noses where they didn't belong, blatantly stopping in the middle of the hall when Devyn made the
scene she was continuing to make right now. He got it. He really did! She was pissed off. Livid, even. After bailing on her the night before and
seeing the video on Derrick's IG, Koi halfway expected something like this to go down the second he'd gotten to school. But the hall wasn't the place
and this wasn't the damn time, not to mention the fact that he STILL didn't want the have the conversation that they were about to have in front of
the damn King's Prep gossip mill. But because of last night, he didn't really have a choice, now did he? The conversation that he was dodging was
unavoidable now.
"Devyn..." He called her name as her voice escalated, his nostrils flaring as she ignored him, telling him what his response to her should've been
when the second he saw her. His eyes narrowed as he listened to her. In a way, she was right. He probably should've apologized. Standing her up wasn't
the move. Letting her hang the entire night without even letting her know that plans had changed wasn't cool. The year she missed his birthday because
of some bullshit, they'd fell out, refusing to talk to each other. He knew how it felt. An apology? He would've done that. Gladly.
But explaining himself? To her? No, that's where the 'fuck no' came in. Koi Kidd didn't owe Devyn Devereaux anything. He didn't have to tell her
"why". He did because he wanted to fucking do. And this...was where the blurred lines made shit dangerous. Because of shit like this. If the
friendship had really been a friendship, a simple "you blew me off" should've sufficed. But this whole "where were you and why were you with Taylor"
shit she was giving him? That...was "titled" territory. Also known as "the shit Koi missed". But here it was, in his face. Angry, betrayed and
questioning. And this was why the talk at the bleachers was so hard for him. This was why couldn't talk about it...and why he probably should've at
the same time. Because all the anger, all the confusion...all the bullshit curdled in Koi's throat and spewed out at the moment that he needed to
swallow it the most.
"Excuse the fuck out of you..." He spat, his brow furrowing as his shoulder hunched. Did he fuck her? Did he fuck Taylor? No! They kissed. He put his
hands in a couple of places...but he didn't fuck. He woke up with his clothes on and Taylor was gone. But was that Devyn's business?
"...for thinking that THAT shit will ever be your mother fucking business. I don't owe you a fucking answer!" His teeth clenched as he refused to
answer the question that "besties" didn't ask...
He was wrong. He did fucking owe her. An apology at the least, an explanation at the most. But actually, both! She fucking deserved both! Instead,
here he was telling her what was and was not her “mother fucking business”. As if she hadn’t spent the last few months letting him call her
“bae”. As if she didn’t have a quarter of her wardrobe and a toothbrush in his house at this very moment. As if her side of his bed
wasn’t just that. Hers. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to? Was he putting on for the kids in this fucking hallway? Because she knew he
didn’t believe a word of the bullshit he was spewing about her being out of pocket right now. He stands her up to dick around (probably literally)
with Taylor Westbrooks’ grimey ass and she’s out of line? This was the game they were playing? Oh absolutely not.
Devyn laughed a little, her hand coming to push her hair back and out of her face, “What the fuck is happening right now?” It wasn’t so much a
question for Koi as a question in general. She didn’t know who this person was or what he was thinking, but she knew who the hell she was and she
wasn’t standing for the level of disrespect spewing out of his mouth right now. “You don’t owe me an answer? I think all the fucking blow is
finally getting to you and you’ve fucking forgot who the fuck I am.” Devyn scoffed. “Fuck your answers! They’re probably lies anyway! What
you’re not going to do though is fucking disrespect me and think that shit’s cool the next day.” Devyn was fuming, her body inches from his with
her fingers in his face emphasizing her point. WHO THE FUCK DID HE THINK HE WAS?!
“What the hell is wrong with you right now?” Who was he? What was this? Ugh! Her head was throbbing. And she was still no closer to getting an
answer to the question she just asked. Did he fuck Taylor? It was a simple fucking question and his refusal to answer it was making her nervous. What
was the big deal? It was obvious Koi didn’t give a fuck about her anymore, why couldn’t he just say it? Put the nail in her coffin and end it.
“I’m asking you simple questions, kid. Simple questions with simple answers.” Her tone had softened. She was starting to feel more than the rage
she’d come here with. She was starting to believe the thing she was most afraid of. Devyn backed away from him, her eyes really taking him in for
the first time since starting this argument. He was tired and hungover and probably still fucked up from last night. She wasn’t trying to hurt him
anymore than he was already feeling it. She just needed to know.
“Did you sleep with her?”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
Koi exhaled his exasperation at Devyn's dry chuckle, knowing exactly what it meant as soon as it he heard it leave her lips. She was getting started
and there was no way that she was about to let ANY of this shit go. Not until she got answers. Not until she could figure it out, in her mind, how Koi
left her hanging last night. And no amount of "we're good" and "I just needed time" replies were going to silence her like they'd done the day before.
But just like the day before, Koi didn't WANT any of this...the dance they'd been doing for months. Going through the motions and calling it something
else to avoid what was really happening between them. And now, this was just another part of the nameless play they were acting out. But Koi couldn't
ignore titles anymore. He couldn't pretend like he didn't see every step of the relationship that he was in with Devyn now. This part was called
"betrayal and break up". Because he'd supposedly done the unthinkable to someone that he didn't even realize he was tied up and twisted into. More
like he didn't WANT to see it. He didn't want the truth. Derrick had been right all the fuck along...
"Yo...and you can back the fuck up with all that." He challenged as she came closer to him, her fingers pointing in his face, accusing him. Blaming
him. Goading him. His jaw clenched as he felt his hands ball into fists at his sides. He knew she was angry. It wasn't hard to see it almost pouring
out of her mouth as she spat insults at him. Liar. Disrespectful. She didn't budge, though. She stared into his eyes, trying to understand
the change up. Understand the boy who just kissed her like he'd done before he left her on the bleachers. And now? The game had changed and he was
supposedly digging out Taylor Westbrooks. Right? She didn't get it. And truth was, he didn't either. He didn't get the feelings that brewed inside of
him every time he saw her. He didn't know how she got so fucking close. He didn't know how she stayed that close when he heard the truth from Derrick.
He didn't GET IT. But he saw it now. Clear as fucking day.
So, something was wrong with Koi because he wouldn't give answers to a question that wasn't Devyn's to ask? Maybe it was the fucking hangover talking,
but Koi failed to see the logic. Real talk? It wasn't Devyn's fault. No, it was his. Koi blamed himself for the situation that they found themselves
in. The laws of the damn universe were simple. Karma is real. Don't step on a crack, you'll break your mother's back. What goes up must come down.
Don't fuck the homies. And he'd done it, confusing the shit of the universe and bringing this hellstorm down on himself. He could
only...blame...himself. Now Devyn was confused about what she was due and Koi was the only one who could set her straight...because the shit was
OBVIOUSLY his fault. If he'd just done what he knew to do. Fuck her and leave her or friend her and leave her alone. None of this shit
would've been happening.
"And I'm STILL not gonna fucking answer you, Devyn!" He replied as he watched her back away from him and the question about Taylor revisited her lips.
"Because YOU don't get an answer!" Shit. Here it comes... "Because we aren't together! I'm NOT your man! I could fuck a bitch in your FACE
and you still wouldn't deserve an answer! NOT about that. NEVER about that. I TOLD you from the JUMP...I DON'T do titles!..." His words paused when he
heard his voice echoing off the walls in the hallway. He shook his head, throwing his hands up in surrender.
“Yeah, but did you sleep with her though?” That question wasn’t going away. It shouldn’t have mattered. Koi was obviously cutting ties with
Devyn here and now...well, last night if she was being specific. She should not have given a shit about whether or not he fucked some other bitch.
Hell, her doubt should have been enough to ensure he was never touching her again, but for some reason she wanted to hear it from him. That he had
done it. That he had fucked Taylor. That he had betrayed her the way only he could. She wanted to hear it, so she was speaking over him, her question
never changing. I’m still not gonna fucking answer you, Devyn! “Did you sleep with her, Koi?” Her temper was rising again, because the
more he declined to answer the more she began to think he had. She opened her mouth to ask again, but she had the air knocked out of her with his next
words.
Because we aren’t together… He kept going, every sentence, word, syllable after that only twisting the knife he’d put in her back last
night. She felt like she was being gutted, his brutal verbal assault seeming neverending to her although he probably thought it was a short
outburst. It didn’t help that his words seemed to echo back to her when he was finished. Telling her she didn’t deserve shit from him. Telling her
he could fuck who he wanted. Telling her she was just another jumpoff on his long list of jumpoffs because Koi Kidd didn’t do titles…
When did she become this girl? Devyn had never been “for fun”. She’d always made known, in any relationship, what they were to one another
before things got...to whatever she and Koi were...used to be. How had she let him make her this girl? The girl with the fucking crack in her face
because she was being publicly dismissed by a boy that gave not a shit about her. Shit was embarrassing…Especially as her classmates came back into
focus and she realized what a spectacle she'd made of herself....she did this. She'd been blaming Koi, but she shouldn't have been. If she was being
real with herself...
"I should have expected this from you...-" her words trailed off as she thought about who she knew Koi was, who he'd shown and proven himself to be.
Who he was afraid of becoming...The man he was being now wasn't the man she'd finally come to allow herself to love. He wasn't her friend. They both
knew who he was right now...
"You didn't have to be this guy-," Devyn felt a tear fall, quickly swiping at it before she finished, "you're choosing to be him, but you didn't have
to..." She paused. What the fuck even was the point anymore? "Cool. Be done...I am too."
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
What took five seconds to say felt like hours upon hours of words. The weight of them settled around him, first in complete silence and then
in a soft chorus of damn and that's fucked up..., background noise from the spectators that never should've seen what just went
down between he and Devyn. Once again, they'd put on a show for the students of KPA. But something told him that this was the last time. It was the
last time that he and Devyn would publicly rip each other apart. Because this was it. He was done and after what he'd just said, he was sure she was
too. He didn't need to hear her say it. But, he couldn't help but feel like...he'd...fucked up? No...that wasn't right. More like he dropped an atomic
bomb on everything that he and Devyn had built and spat on the dust that was left over. The twisted friendship, the intimacy that he'd never had with
another female. The trust. Everything that made them "homies. It was gone now. Because of him and how he'd let everything turn. If he'd just kept it
real with her...if he hadn't let shit build up like it did, they wouldn't be here, staring at each other with a sea of witnesses. He wouldn't feel
like the ass of the century and Devyn? She wouldn't be falling apart before his eyes.
I should have expected this from you... She was right. She should've. Because he told her during their first fight. He was that
nigga...and he'd meant it, seemingly more than she'd known. But now she knew. He shrugged as her words sank in, feeling like a corrosion as they
made their way to his core. It was funny, though. She'd spent so much time pretending like she didn't see him for who he was, but now...there was no
avoiding Koi. He was "ain't shit". He knew it to be true. So, why did it feel like a kick to the gut to hear her say it?
Her words, as true as they were, bruised him in a deep place. A place that only his father and his mother reached. The place where he needed "numb"
just to ignore. You didn't have to be HIM. You're choosing to be HIM. Koi closed his eyes against her words, like that would block them out.
Like he could fall into the numb and ignore how ugly the truth was...the truth that he'd always admitted. The truth that he'd always seen inside
himself. How fucking much he was like his father and how, no matter what, he'd be him...because he CHOSE not to fight it.
Be done...I am too. He tried to fix his mouth to respond to her, to hurt her again like she'd just hurt him, but the only thing he could do
was purse his lips against the sour taste of her words as she turned her back on him and walked away.
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