Chapter 231

Diana's P. O. V

"I don't like West." I announced, prancing around my room, trying my best to avoid Darla's death glare.

"Then what are you both?." Darla interrogated, crossing her legs and arms, giving me no where to run from in this conversation.

"Friends...just friends, nothing more, nothing less." I explained, making weird hand gestures that didn't make any sense.

"Look, you can tell me, I know that it hurts you to say he's more than that. Am here to know what's holding you back." Darla admitted, placing both hands on my bed.

"Am all ears, unwind with me." She casually let out, letting her guard down, lessening the tension.

I sighed heavily, straightening myself, leaning against the bathroom door, cursing myself inwardly for saying this.

"Am not sure if it's the right time." I announced, it sounded like a soft whisper that no one could hear. But Darla heard me loud and clear, she gave me a look, hinting at me to go on.