Chapter 205

Diana's P. O. V

"Are you and West dating?." Makela asked with a bold look on her face.

"Like I'd ever tell you anything. You've made it clear that you and I are not friends." I said walking into my house. She followed, for some reason I didn't care to understand.

"He's kinda hot I guess, but he's not my type, he's too brooding and he seems emotionally wounded." Makela deduced, skipping into the kitchen.

"You're one to talk." I voiced out, she had turned the kitchen into hers in just a matter of a day and a half.

"What is this?." I asked looking at the pink kitty doormat, she smiled fully, her eyes lighting up. I shrugged my shoulders at her, and noticed a bright pink apron with another kitty design, and a variety of mugs all with different shades of pink.

"I won't tell you know, it's not my place to say anything, am not a snitch." Makela let out, her body slanted against the door hinge.