Never Let Me Go

Exposed

I go through my Instagram feed, like a couple pictures and then switch to Twitter and peruse through my timeline. After that, I go to my Snap and look at a few stories. I furrow my brows when I see Aria has got a story up. It's been a minute she she's been on Snap.

I click it, not really sure as to what I'll see.

The first one comes on and the screen is all black with no caption.

"The fuck?" I realize maybe it's a video and up the volume. By the time I do that though, I miss the first one so I close it out and start it over.

"So let me get this straight," Aria's voice sounds from the speakers on my phone. "You ignore my call and texts-"

Fuck

I forgot I was supposed to call her back or at least, text her back. In my defense, when she first called, I was in practice. And as far as the texts....I honestly have no excuse for that.

"But yet find time to go on Insta and double tap like there's no tomorrow? Okay."

I groan and run my hand over my face. She's pissed. I don't really blame her for being upset, but resulting to social media? That's childish.

I get ready for this verbal lashing I'm about to receive and FaceTime her. It rings twice and then hangs up. I frown, but try again, only to have the same thing. After the third attempt and same outcome, I realize she's ignoring my calls. So, I try and just call her cell, with the same damn thing.

"Fuck Arianna," I curse, punching the mattress. Switching to my messages, I shoot her a text.

Pick up the phone

She reads it, but takes a good five minutes to respond.

Wifey: Busy

I roll my eyes.

Really Arianna? Stop being stupid and just talk to me.

Wifey: Lmfaooo I'm sorry, but how are you in any position to catch an attitude with me?

I'm not the one playing stupid ass games.

Wifey: You sure about that?

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing Colin. I'm tired. It's been a long day, and I just want to sleep. I'll call you tomorrow or something.

Aight. Love you.

After seeing that she read it and ten minutes of the waiting game, I realize she's not going to reply.

And, for the first time since I slept with Nessa, I contemplate Derrick's belief.

What if this doesn't end well?

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Maya's POV

"I'm sorry for just popping up," I apologize, following him into the living room of his apartment. "It's just that we haven't heard from you and you weren't at Kay's funeral."

"I wanted to go," he starts, but avoids eye contact. "But I just...I couldn't bring myself to it." I shift in my seat as a blanket of uncomfortable silence comes over us. "You know it's my fault right?"

I shake my head, "Don't say that X."

He too shakes his head as his eyes water, "It is." I watch him pull out his phone, and mess with it before a voice that I thought I would never hear again, comes on.

"Hey X," Kay speaks, with a mixture of sadness and happiness. "I know I've been ignoring your calls and texts, but I wasn't ready to talk to you then. I am now though. So please call me back when you get this message, I really need to talk to you."