A\N:
I want you to skip if you hate cringie stuff.

(ᗒᗩᗕ)Third POV('∩｀。)

Yakira was fifteen at the time she had met Yana. The circumstances were weird and unexpected at the time.

They had bumped into each other, literally. Yana was with her friend, at the time, Alexa, Yana laughing at something Alexa had said with her phone in hand. While Yakira had been staring down at her phone using her hand to try to get the glare off her screen of the high shining sun. Both too distracted to notice the other coming towards them a little too closely.

Suddenly, they bump shoulders harshly, they dropped their phones to the concrete of the sidewalk, yelping. Yakira quickly began apologizing going in to pick up her phone, Yana following suite reassuring the other.

Just as their fingertips touched the sides of their phones, they head bumped each other Yakira falling on her butt with a cry and Yana cursing under her breath.

Yakira quickly looks up, ready to apologize once again, but is stopped by Yana quickly swooping done and scooping up a phone and pocketing it with a sigh, still rubbing the top of her head.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." She turned ready to walk off when she realized Alexa was still here. Alexa was staring down at Yakira with a questionable glare in her eye.

Yana smiled carefully her way reaching out for her hand to pull her away quickly and down the street, but was too slow to catch her before she said something.

Alexa took a step forward, her lips separating to unleash the nasty language she's used in many other situations like this, that got to close to her friend, that touched what was her's.

"Stay away from her, bitch." Alexa harshly spits out, clenching her small fists, now full on glaring. "Stay on the ground where you belong."

Yana's eyes widen, surprised at the words hanging in the air. She watched as Yakira stood up, scooping her phone up, fumbling a little in the process, not making eye contact with either of them. She watched as the girl walked off in a fastened pace with her head hung low, eyes stuck to the ground.

Quickly, Yana turned toward Alexa, anger in her eyes. "What the hell!? What the fuck was that about!?"

Alexa looked up at her with hurt in her eyes and a frown placed firmly on her lips. "What?"

"You didn't have to treat her like that!" Yana started speed walking her way down the sidewalk, searching the shops along the street, Alexa on her heel, frantic.

"What do you mean? I'm protecting you!"

"It was an accident and you know i-" Yana suddenly stopped in her tracks, staring into an old coffee shop seeing the person she was looking for. Yana ran her way in the coffee shop and made her way where Yakira was sitting.

Yakira had been glaring down at the tabletop, trying to gain control over her emotions again, when a hand suddenly slammed on the table, right under her nose. She looked up, startled, not expecting to see the one face she dreaded to see.

Yana quickly decided on her words before speaking. "I'm sorry about my friend!" She rushed, panicking. "It's all my fault, sorry!"

Yakira looked up, finally, confused. "What do you mean 'my fault'?"

"Well, it is."

"How?"

"It just is!"

Yakira broke out into an amused smile. "Really?"

Yana hesitated, wary of the expression on the girls face. "Yeah."

"Well, if it's your fault, you have to chug a whole gallon of milk." (idk)

Yana stared, eyes widening, confused. "What?"

"Exactly what I said," Yakira says matter of factly. "You have to drink a whole gallon of milk if it's your fault." She smiled evilly.

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A\N:

I used Grammarly on this chapter ;)

Anyway,

Part 2 coming soon!!

Word Count: 651

Bye, Lovely~