confrontation

                                    

                                          
oakley's pov
i had just gotten back to the studio after dropping off pau at home. i can't believe she got so aggressive with doja. i chuckled at the thought, then i remembered she might be pregnant. ain't shit was funny after that.
i shook my head. i returned inside the same studio room i was in before. flo milli was inside the booth this time. this time it was only doja chilling on the couch, and some different producers.
doja looked up from her phone, stone faced. "where's your other bitch at?" doja spat. the music from the booth was loud, so no one could hear her really. 
i furrowed my eyebrows. "she was feelin' sick so i took her home. why, you scared she'll come back for round 2?" i asked, taking a seat a few feet away. 
doja scoffed and let out a cackle, "don't try me oakster." 
i cringed at the nickname. 
"so what's with what you texted me earlier?" i asked.
"well, what's it to you?" she smirked, as if she wanted to tease me a bit first, which was annoying. "don't play dumb, doj'" i threw my head back in angst.
"you already have your little perfect family with paulina. so i guess even if the situation came out positive, i don't see why you would care" doja crossed her arms. 
"who said i wouldn't care...?"
doja sighed, but stayed silent. i was confused as to where she was leading this conversation. i couldn't keep up with clues she was dropping onto me. 
doja looked down, phone in hand. she shook her head. "well you're lucky, cus it was a false alarm. the test came back negative."
i let out a breath of relief. i was so wrapped in the conversation with doja that i didn't realize milli was out of the recording booth already. we made eye contact. "they want you in there next, cench" flo milli stood there as if she heard every word doja and i exchanged.
i nodded and did as flo milli said. the producers and i exchanged ideas, lyrics etc as i was rapping. i could see into the room and i peeped milli and doja talking. i didn't think much of it, though. 
a few hours went by. at some point, doja left and it was just milli in the studio. 
"we can leave off of this tomorrow, good work cench" a producer said. "alright sounds good" i said before exiting the booth. i grabbed my keys from the couch and my phone. 
i grabbed my jacket and looked down at my phone to text pau i was about to leave. i opened the door and began walking out of the studio. 
i felt a hand softly grab my arm. "hey" a feminine voice spoke. i recognized it enough to be milli. i adjusted my beanie, "wassup?" i asked curious.
"wassup with you and doja?" milli asked, flashing a toothy smile. i shook my head lightly. "we're friends, why?" i replied as casually as possible. we continued walking to the parking lot of the building.
flo milli pursed her lips. "earlier it didn't sound like a conversation where y'all were 'just friends'" she put air quotations on the last part. where was she tryna get at? she a drama chaser or something.
"nah chill" i said dryly. i really didn't want what happened with doja to get out. pau knew i had cheated but she didn't know i cheated on her with doja cat. and i wasn't planning on letting her know. i wanted that entire situation to die quietly.
"you're bluffing"
i stayed quiet.
"i can keep a secret" milli insisted. at that point we reached my car. "there's no secret to tell." i said before i entered my car. i was focused on getting home to pau and the baby. not no tea sesh, tf?