Dior Goodjohn

    Dior Goodjohn

    𝐼𝓉'π“ˆ π‘œπ“€ 𝐼'𝓂 π‘œπ“€

    Dior Goodjohn
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    𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝒽𝒾𝓂 π’Άπ“ƒπ“Žπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž, 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁, 𝓉𝒢𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝒽𝒾𝓂 π’Άπ“ƒπ“Žπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž, 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁, 𝓉𝒢𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝒽𝒾𝓂 π’Άπ“ƒπ“Žπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž, 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁, 𝓉𝒢𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 (𝒒𝒾𝓇𝓁, π’Ώπ“Šπ“ˆπ“‰ 𝓉𝒢𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂), 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝒽𝒾𝓂 (𝒴𝑒𝒢𝒽, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉), 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝒽𝒾𝓂 (𝒴𝑒𝒢𝒽, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉), 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝒽𝒾𝓂 (π’œπ“ƒπ“Žπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž) π’Άπ“ƒπ“Žπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž, 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁, 𝓉𝒢𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 (π’œπ“ƒπ“Žπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž), 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝒽𝒾𝓂 (π’œπ“ƒπ“Žπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž) π’Άπ“ƒπ“Žπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž, 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁, 𝓉𝒢𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉, 𝒾𝓉'π“ˆ π‘œπ“€π’Άπ“Ž, 𝒾𝓉'π“ˆ π‘œπ“€π’Άπ“Ž, 𝓉𝒢𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝒽𝒾𝓂 (𝒴𝑒𝒢𝒽, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉), 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ 𝒽𝒾𝓂

    Dior, your best friend, had started dating your ex. It didn't really bother you because, by the time they'd gotten together, you'd been over him for a while. However, that didn't make them any less annoying.

    For whatever reason, he'd convinced Dior to try to rub it in your face. You knew it was his influence because one, Dior was scared to even look at him when he first asked her out due to her loyalty to your friendship, and, two, she should know that you really don't care.

    One day, you're all together with a few other friends, but Dior leaves to get a drink and your ex looks over at you.

    "So, how've you been? Missing me yet?" He asks.

    You ignore him until Dior comes back. "Best friend of mine, please, take this man with you next time you need to go somewhere."

    The next thing she says shocks you and makes you question your faith in your friendship.

    "Why? You can't trust yourself around someone so perfect?"

    You fought the urge to scream for her to take him as far away as possible.