LaMelo?

Why in the world is he calling me right now?

Should I answer? Do I just let the phone ring and not pick up?

I let out a frustrated sigh and at the last second, I answer the phone.

"Daya?" LaMelo asked.

His voice sounds kind of frustrated but there is a hint of what seems like jealousy to me.

"Yes?"

LaMelo stays silent for a moment which causes me to roll my eyes.

"Dude why call me and stay silent?"

LaMelo clears his throat before speaking.

"I'm trying to figure out how to word this without it sounding wrong..."

"Just say it!"

Once again there is another moment of silence.

"LaMelo," I huff.

"I'm sorry, I'll just say it!" LaMelo says rather loudly.

"Okay, say it!"

He stays silent again.

"Bro are you fuckin seri-"

"I don't like when you hang out with Jose!"

Is this boy really?

No way.

I'm dreaming right now right?

Like....

He's on crack if he thinks...

That he can tell me who...

I can and cannot hang out with...

I laugh at LaMelo walking towards my room and he groans.

"I'm being serious, Zendaya! You can't hang out with him!"

I stop my laughing because he has me fucked up right now.

"Don't call me Zendaya, LaMelo!" I raise my voice at him. "I can hang out with who I want,"

"Not Jose!" LaMelo replies.

"Why does it matter?" I asked confused.

"Because he obviously likes you!"

"I'm well aware that he likes me LaMelo!"

"Well- wait! What's that supposed to mean? You're well aware that he likes you?"

"It means exactly what I said,"

"DAYA!" LaMelo shouts.

I pull the phone away from my ear and then I put it back once LaMelo is done shouting my name.

"Can you not shout please, it's hurting my ears?"

"Sorry,"

"Is that all you wanted to tell me?" I asked while sitting on my bed.

"Yes," LaMelo replies. "So don't talk or hang out with him!"

"Can I have a reason as to why you don't want me talking or seeing him?"

"Because he can't have what's fucking mine!"

"Nigga, oh my-" I run my hand over my face before taking a deep breathe.

This is why I hate boys! They think they own you but nah fam that's not how this shit works!

"I am not in any way, shape, or form, yours!"

"Daya, I like you!"

"That doesn't mean that I'm yours," I pause. "I can hang out with who I want to hang out with and I can talk to Jose and any other boy for that matter!"

"Daya-" LaMelo starts but I interrupt him.

"-Good night sir," I hang up the phone in his face before taking a shower and getting ready for bed.

My phone vibrates next to me and I glance at it to see the name Jose on the screen.

I pick up my phone and open the message.

👌🏾 hey, I make it home!

Yay okay!

I'm going to head to bed rn so goodnight 💤

👌🏾 okay goodnight beautiful 💤

I smile at his message before drifting off to sleep.