Do y'all? I know I don't. Last I heard he engaged to some girl he met in college. 🤷🏾♀️
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✨Omniscient✨
I'm running through yo nigga house like a tomb raider.
You got a pass around nigga he a hot potato.
I told him eat it or get out.
That's yo ultimatum
Kehlani jammed to Megan Thee Stallions Freak Nasty as she applied a generous amount of Fenty highlight to her cheekbones.
"He can't compare me to none of these bitches. I got that Beyoncé, that Dream Girl, that Listen!" she rapped along, feeling like the ultimate bad bitch.
Being a bad bitch was a lot of work. It took a lot of effort. But it definitely beat out being a sad bitch.
Kehlani had been suffering from a brokenheart after unexpectedly discovering that August was expecting a child from none other than her best friend Cardi. The unexpected betrayal had plunged her into a dark space she didn't expect to be in again. All the effort she had put into building herself back up after being at her lowest point, didn't seem to matter anymore.
Kehlani was officially back on her bullshit.
"You know I ain't cum boy if you had to ask me!" She doused her neck with a fresh scented perfume.
She turned around, hearing a knock at the door.
"Lani!"
She inwardly rolled her eyes, knowing it was her father calling her. She turned her music down, making her way to the door, exhaling deeply before opening it.
"Yes?"
"I expect you to be home by 12. Don't break your curfew," he warned, trying to peek inside her room. "Why haven't you folded your laundry from last week yet?"
"I'm gonna fold it," Kehlani spoke through tight lips, trying to keep her attitude at bay.
"You too lenient on her. If it was up to me she would've been folded them clothes," Aunt Jackee inserted herself into the conversation.
"Can I finish getting ready please? I'll fold them before I leave," Kehlani negotiated, ready to close her door.
"Yeah take care of that," he spoke in a warning tone, before walking off.
Kehlani closed the door, sighing deeply. She walked over to her hamper, dragging it to her closet and throwing a towel on top of it. Those clothes were gonna get folded when she got to it.
Hearing her phone go off, Kehlani picked it up to see Lucas had texted her.
I'm ten minutes away. Be ready when I pull up.
She replied with a simple okay before, going back to the mirror, to put a few finishing touches to her makeup. She turned the music up on her speaker, hearing Summer Walker's Just Might ft. PARTYNEXTDOOR playing.
"Love is a losin' game so I just might be a hoe," she sung along, reapplying her nude colored lipstick.
A fucking mood.
Fifteen minutes later, after being harassed and interrogated by her father and Aunt Jackee, Kehlani finally walked out of the house, to see Lucas parked in front, a smile on his face.
His eyes raked over her body, taking in her full appearance. He didn't look at her in a lustful manner; instead he was trying to read her, and figure out the vibes and energy her body language and demeanor were giving off.
"Hey," Kehlani got in the car, adjusting the straps of her crop top.
"You look nice," Lucas complimented, switching your drive. He made a smooth right turn onto the street leading out of Kehlani's neighborhood.
"I'm too fine for just nice. Nice is for puppies. For children," Kehlani put on her seatbelt, looking out the window.
"Hmm," Lucas nodded in surprise, hearing a little hostility in her voice. "You seem different."
"Different is evolving. Ever changing. Never confirming. Fluid," she retorted. "So different is me if that's what you're saying."
"Stop playing with me Lani. What's wrong? You wanna tell me what's going on?" Lucas glanced at her.
Kehlani leaned further into the cushioned seat, sucking her teeth. "I'm good. I just want to go to Woodys party, have a good time, and live my best life," she spoke clasping her hands together.
She hadn't told Lucas about her situation with August. She didn't want to. It was too painful to talk about at the moment.
Lucas shook his head, inwardly sighing. He knew Kehlani was lying, but he wasn't going to press her about it. Whatever was bothering her, would come out on it's own.
The drive to the reception hall that Woody was having his birthday party at, took a good thirty minutes.
"We're finally here," Lucas announced, turning into the parking lot. The bass of the music was pulsating outside as people walked in and out of the building. It wasn't packed yet, but a good amount of people had already shown up.
"Damn he went all out I see," Kehlani muttered underneath her breathe, looking at the bday banner and lights above the entrance. Colorful lights spills from the doors, making it look even more inviting.
Lucas got out of the car, closing his door, before waking to the other side, opening the door for Kehlani.
"Thanks," she gave him a small smile, grabbing his hand, and pulling herself up.
Kehlani and Lucas walked in step with each other. He placed his arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm in a soothing manner, but frowned when Kehlani abruptly pushed him away.
"There goes my guy!"
Lucas looked up to see Jermaine approaching him.
"I didn't expect to see you here," Lucas embraced Jermaine with a bro hug, dapping him up.
"I couldn't miss Woodys party with his crazy ass," Jermaine chuckled.
"So who you come with?"
"Myself. Moms let me borrow the car tonight. But I'll have my own shit soon," he replied, getting a glimpse of his surroundings.
"That's what's up," Lucas nodded in approval. "Well me and Lani bout to head in-" he abruptly stopped talking, noticing Kehlani was no longer standing next to him.
He looked around, seeing she was nowhere in sight.
"I'll catch up with you later J. I gotta find Lani," Lucas exhaled deeply.
He walked inside the reception hall, looking around frantically. All he saw around him were gyrating bodies and faces that blended in with the dark atmosphere.
Lucas made his way over to the mini bar to see Kehlani taking Jell-O shots.
"Kehlani what the hell are you doing?" He walked up to her, snatching the shot from her hand.
"I'm tryna have a good time. Leave me the fuck alone," she scoffed, reaching for the shot, but Lucas pulled away from her.
"Is there something you want to tell me? You've been acting strange the past few days," he stared into her almond colored eyes intensely, stepping closer. "Did someone hurt you?"
Kehlani broke away from his gaze, biting the inside of her cheek. "Stop trying to read me Lucas. I don't have time for your mind games and psychological bullshit," she gritted, snatching the shot from him and drinking it.
"I'm offended cause you should know by know that I would never play games with you. Especially with the mind. My energy and soul isn't built that way. You're trying to self medicate by getting drunk and treating the person that cares about you like shit, but you're only hurting yourself more in the end," he touched her arm, only for her to snatch away from him.
"Don't fucking touch me!" Kehlani screamed, her bottom lip trembling as she tried to blink back her tears.
"Stop fighting me," Lucas looked around, noticing eyes were starting to come their way. He walked closer to Kehlani, grabbing her wrists as she tried to pry him away.
"Stop," he stated in a firm yet gentle voice, backing her against the wall.
Kehlani tried to resist him, but only broke down in the process. "Leave me alone," she cried.
"You really don't mean that," Lucas whispered, cupping her tear stained face in the palm of his hands.
"A few days ago I found out that August and my best friend were sleeping with each other and he got her pregnant," she finally confessed, as more tears slipped down her face.
Lucas sighed deeply, hating to see Kehlani hurting so deeply. "Let's get out of here," he grabbed her hand.
"Where are you taking me?" Kehlani questioned, wiping her face.
"You'll see," Lucas smiled, as they made their way to the exit doors.
Woody watched as Kehlani and Lucas walked out of the building. "Damn where y'all going? The party hasn't even started yet!"
The two kept walking, not paying him any mind. "Forget y'all! Gon' be missing out on a good party anyway!" he grumbled.
"Hey Wood."
He looked up to see Jelisa standing before him. She wore a revealing see through sheer black bodysuit with bikini underwear and nipple pasties underneath to cover over her lady parts.
"Damn girl," Woody looked her up and down, taking her entire outfit in. "I didn't think you was gonna come."
She flipped her 30 inch jet black tresses over her shoulder. "Well you know word spreads around Highland Heights fast," she smirked.
"You and Quavo still together?"
"Nah that's been dead ever since he tried to play me with that other dusty bitch he was fucking," Jelisa scoffed, examining her glitter chrome nails.
"Not too much on Stacey. That's the homie," Woody chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.
"Whatever," Jelisa waved him off, stepping closer. "You know I brought you a gift right?" She gave him lustful stares.
Woody raised his brows at her. "Oh yeah?"
Jelisa took his hand, placing it close to her kitty kat. "It's all yours if you play nice," she bit her bottom lip.
"I see you tryna fuck with me," Woody gave off a toothy grin. "Let's not forget you was the one who said my balls tasted like chocolate drops."
"You know where to find me," she pulled at his goatee before walking off, leaving Woody ready to risk it all.
"Happy birthday to me," he spoke to himself, turning around to see Bryson cooped up against the wall.
"Nigga why you holding up the wall?! You could be slapping some ass right now or spitting game," Woody shook his head, walking up to him.
Bryson looked around, sighing deeply. "My social anxiety is through the roof right now. I feel so claustrophobic around all these humans."
"I know exactly what you need," Woody grabbed a shot from a nearby bottle girl, shoving it in Bryson's face. "Drink this. It'll help you loosen up," he encouraged.
Bryson takes the glass, looking at it intently. "Fuck it," he quickly downed the shot, grimacing as the liquor burned his throat. "Let me get another one."
"That's what I'm talking about. Turn up for my birthday!" Woody howled, grabbing Bryson two more shots.
He quickly drunk them, feeling a weird sensation pump through his body.
20 minutes later...
A crowd formed around Bryson as he danced like nobody was watching, moving to the beat in his head, cause he definitely wasn't paying attention to the music playing.
"Bryson?" Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Bryson turned around to see Kenya all in his face.
"The fuck do you want?" He cackled, expecting better to be the last person he ran into especially with how things ended between them.
"I was just coming over to say hi."
"Yeah right. You just wanted to come parade in your skimpy little two piece outfit and rub it in my face that I fucked up," he smirked.
"Are you drunk?" She looked taken back by his vulgarness.
"Not drunk enough," Bryson answered, swinging from side to side. "Cause if I was, I still wouldn't be thinking about what you look like naked," he looked down at her.
"Boy stawp," Kenya blushed, running her fingers through her hair. "Why should I give you another chance after last time?"
"Because your curiosity won't keep you away from me. We went out for a test drive last time, but now it's time for the full experience," Bryson spoke in a low tone, feeling like a playa from the Himalayas.
"You won't disappoint me right?" Kenya touched his abs through his shirt.
"No I promise."
A few minutes later, the two found themselves in the back of her 2019 Volkswagen Atlas. Well it was actually her big sisters car, but Bryson didn't care because it was spacious and gave them enough room to do what they needed to do.
"Ooh shiiit," Kenya moaned in pleasure as Bryson sucked on her clit, making her whole body shake. He wasn't doing too much,but did just enough to where she knew she would get hers.
"Stop trying to run." Bryson muttered, locking her legs in place. He stayed focused on her clit, applying enough pressure but still being gentle where he didn't over exert the sensitive area.
Kenya's moans grew louder, as her juices began to overflow. "Fuuuck I'm cumming," she exhaled a high pitched moan, releasing her orgasm.
Bryson kept licking, slowly coming up, and looking at her. "You liked that?"
"Believe it or not, you're the first nigga that made me cum from giving me head. Most of these dudes don't even know what the fuck they be doing and be all over the place," Kenya confessed, rubbing her pussy.
"The clit is literally right there though. If you lick it the right way, the girl is gonna cum. Simple."
"Some niggas don't know shit about what a girl likes. They just care about getting they nut," Kenya said, looking out the window. "You ready to fuck me?" She pulled at his beard.
"Yeah," Bryson exhaled deeply, closing his eyes, before planting kisses from her stomach all the way to her breast. He began to visualize Kenya as Amandla, and his body immediately responded.
All those memories of her and him hit Bryson at once, sending a string energy to his groin.
Kenya laid against the seat, opening her legs as she anticipated what Bryson would feel like being inside her. "That's what I like to see," she grabbed the base of his dick, admiring his size.
Bryson slowly slid the tip in, causing Kenya's eyes to roll to the back of her head. "I see that pretty pussy wet for me," he licked his lips.
She nodded fervently. "Mhmm."
Once his full length was inside, Bryson properly fucked Kenya, giving her exactly what she wanted. He stroked her at the right angles, gave her different positions, and had her calling him Daddy. She was screaming his name to the high heavens by the time he was done with her.
He left the car, feeling like the man. He had redeemed himself, and left Kenya wanting more.
Little did she know is that he was thinking of another girl the entire time.
Damiun stared intently at his phone, silently preparing himself for what he was about to do. A few days had went by since he had found out information on Woody that would result in him getting dragged by his two front teeth.
But his anger and spite over how things transcended at homecoming blurred out any sense of conscience at the moment. Damiun had made a spam account on twitter and IG following a wide array of students at Barrymore and being active to get some followers. He knew once he posted the cryptic pictures, it would spread like wild fire.
He read over his caption on IG, before posting it.
"Let the chaos begin," he grinned smugly to himself.
"Damiun dinner is ready!"
He perked up at the sound of his mother's voice. He turned off his phone, before running down the stairs to see what she made. His mouth watered, seeing fried pork chops, greens, and baked macaroni and cheese before him.
"Mama I have a question," Damiun went over to the sink to wash his hands.
"There's this guy at my school whose getting bullied and whatnot because he had sex with another guy. It was a one time thing, but now everybody thinks he's gay. Do you think that if a guy experiments with other guys, that makes him gay?" he threw the question out there, trying to sound as neutral as possible.
His mother frowned, taken back by his question. "Baby where is this coming from-"
"Ma it's just a question. Just tell me what you think. Honestly."
"Well I think that there's a many of ways this can go. It's sexuality and you kids these days have about a million terms to define your sexuality. A young lady the other day told me not to call her a she, but to refer to her as them and they. I'm still confused from it but I will say if that young man is true to himself about what he likes and wants, he'll proudly claim it and not be ashamed. Some people like to try things and see what it's like. If it's not for you then it's not for you. But some like it and and will keep quiet about it for years and years," his mother answered, placing a pitcher of lemonade on the table.
Damiun nodded, only feeling like she has said a whole lot of nothing without actually answering his question.
She glanced back at him, frowning. "Have you been so called experimenting?"
"It was just a question Ma," Damiun replied, grabbing himself a plate.
Woodys party was now well underway. Everywhere you turned, people was throwing that ass in a circle.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Woody! Happy birthday to you!"
Woody stood in front of his two layer strawberry shortcake,pretending to fake cry as his peers and family sang happy birthday to him. He beamed with happiness, feeling like the ultimate man of the hour.
"I just wanna thank all of y'all for coming out to party with me on my 18th birthday and celebrate another year of life. I appreciate it. Don't let this cake go to waste cause my people paid a lot of money for it and let's turn up and end this night on an epic note!" Woody spoke into the mic, as applause erupted from everyone.
"Now make a wish nigga before them candles melt the cake," someone called from the back.
"Shut yo fat ass up," Woody chuckled, before closing his eyes, blowing out his candles.
Grabbing himself a slice of cake, Woody made his way back to the dance floor where Jelisa was.
"I'm kind of ready for that birthday gift now," he whispered, kissing her neck.
"Nigga get the fuck off me!" Jelisa scoffed, pushing him off of her. She turned around, glaring at him. "I can't believe I ever fucked around with yo dirty dick ass!"
Woody's face twisted in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?!" He looked around, noticing people were whispering and staring at him.
"Check IG or Twitter. The shit is all on there," Jelisa shook her head in distaste. "Can't believe I ever," she briskly walked away, not giving Woody a second glance.
"Damn nigga you really walking around here with the clap and shit? That's wild bro," a dude snickered in his ear, before walking off.
Woody quickly took out his phone, his heart nearly beating outside his chest, seeing his notifications going off on Twitter and Instagram. People were tagging him in the same photo. He tapped on the photo, his eyes nearly bucking out of his head, seeing pictures of his medical records and STD testings staring back at him.
A spam page by the name of @/niggayougay had posted the photo with a pretty lengthy caption.
Watch out my fellow students at Barrymore. You know they teach us that safe sex is the best sex but some students beg to differ. One in particular being the one and only Woody McClain. He's contracted a total of three STD's in the span of two years. Don't believe me? Look at the receipts and see for yourself. It's true. Beware. Be careful ladies. He might have you itching and burning worst than Peaches herself.
"What the fuck!!!" Woody felt his mind race with questions trying to figure out who might be behind the page, and how his private medical information was so easily accessible to become public information.
He looked around him seeing phones pointed his way as people whispered and snickered. For the first time, his peers weren't laughing with him, they were laughing at him; and he didn't know how to feel about that.
"Yo Woody you good? I just saw what happened," Keith and Luke walked up to him, their faces laced with concern.
Woody wiped his forehead which was now beading with sweat. "I gotta get the hell up out of here," he panted, making a beeline for the doors.
"Should we follow him?" Keith followed Woody with his eyes.
Luke shook his head no. "Nah. He just got his dirty laundry aired out to the whole school. He need some time to process it."
"I wonder who did it though?"
"Had to be somebody he had beef with."
"Woody of all people don't have no enemies," Keith looked around noticing Naomi was nowhere in sight.
"I don't know man," Luke shrugged. "Woody my guy but you and I both know he be moving shady. Some of the things he do, make people not wanna fuck with him," he pointed out.
"Have you seen Naomi?" Keith scratched his head, looking around in confusion. "She done disappeared again for the second time tonight."
"Did you text her?"
"Yeah but she hasn't responded," Keith pulled out his phone, trying to call her, only to be met with her voicemail.
"I find it weird how she's always disappearing on you at public events," Luke observed. He honestly didn't trust Naomi. Something about her didn't sit right in his spirit, but if she made Keith happy, then it was whatever.
"I don't have time for this BS," Keith grumbled in agitation, shooting Naomi another text.
"You figure that out, I'm bout to get me another drink," Luke said, before making his way to the table where all the drinks were. He poured himself a small glass of Henny, taking the shot before throwing the cup away.
Suddenly feeling the urge to pee, Luke walked to the restroom, only to see it was occupied. Since he really needed to pee, Luke patiently waited against the wall for the person to come out.
A couple minutes later, his jaw nearly dropped to the floor, seeing a flustered Naomi exiting the restroom with Quavo. He was zipping up his pants while she struggled to get her bra back in place.
Luke grimaced in disgust, already knowing the obvious. Even Ray Charles could see that they had just finished fucking. He couldn't believe that Naomi was cheating on Keith and with Quavo of all people. He just couldn't understand why when she was the one who lowkey begged him to make things official.
"These girls man," he rubbed his throbbing temples, knowing he was gonna have to tell Keith about what he'd just seen. He knew it was gonna crush his spirit, but he rather his boy know the truth instead of being played like a game of chess.
Making his way back into the dance floor, Luke exhaled deeply, spotting Keith in the distance.
"We need to talk," Luke spoke once he reached Keith.
"What happen?"
"Look I'm not tryna start anything but I saw Naomi-"
"Hey baby I was looking all over for you!" Naomi gasped, jumping all over Keith.
"Damn babe where the hell were you? I was calling and texting," Keith rested his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.
"My phone died," she pouted, showcasing her iPhone that had been drained of all its battery life. "I got caught up talking with my girls, but I'm all yours," she purred hugging him closely.
Naomi connected her eyes with Luke's, something unsettling lurking behind them. They stared each other down for a few seconds.
"Mind your fucking business," she mouthed, before pulling away from Keith, smiling widely. "Baby can we go? I'm kind of tired," she whined.
"Yeah this party got boring after Woody left anyway," he grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Luke we bout to head out!" Keith looked back at his best friend, waving.
"Alright I'll catch you later," Luke sighed, hating that he found himself in a whole new web of drama.
We live in a generation of
Not being in love
And not being together
But we sure make it feel like we're together
Cause we're scared to see each other with somebody else
Jermaine sighed deeply as he watched couples slow dance around him, caressing each other tightly.
He couldn't understand why the DJ had everyone slow dancing to a depressing ass Drake song, but no one seemed to mind. The party had pretty much died down after a random account blasted Woody on social media for having multiple STD's.
Jermaine took the car keys to his moms truck out of his back pocket, deciding that he was ready to go after wasting a good outfit and haircut on people he could care less about.
Making his way to the door, Jermaine stopped in his tracks hearing his phone ring. He picked it up, seeing it was Yara. Although they were back on good terms, he still was surprised that she was contacting him. He took a deep breathe, before deciding to answer.
"H-Hello?"
"Hey um... are you busy?" Yara's slow breathing trickled through the phone line.
"I'm leaving Woody birthday party now. Why what's up?" Jermaine unlocked the doors to his truck, hopping in.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang for a little bit," Yara voiced. "It's a Saturday night and I'm cooped up in the house bored."
"Yeah I can come over. I'll be there in 15 minutes," Jermaine put on his seatbelt, turning on the car. "Your parents don't mind me coming over?"
"They're out for the night."
"Okay I'll see you soon." Jermaine hung up the phone, exhaling deeply. Finally getting situated in his car, he turned up the radio which was playing Panini by Lil Nas X, before heading out on the road.
Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the Shahidi residence, parking in front of the home.
Before he even had a chance to get out of the car, Yara was coming outside to meet him.
"Dang you must've been waiting for me," Jermaine chuckled lightly, getting out of the car and locking the doors.
"Hurry up and get inside before my nosy neighbors start asking questions," Yara grabbed his hand, dragging him to the front door. She locked the door behind them once they were both inside.
Jermaine looked around the house, inwardly intimidated by the expensive furniture and home decor surrounding him. He knew Yara's folks had money, and their home definitely didn't hide it.
"How was Woodys party?" Yara questioned, as Jermaine followed her to her room.
"It was cool," Jermaine shrugged, frowning at the messy room. There were textbooks, clothes, notebooks and opened letters scattered all over the floor. A pile of clothes sat atop of the queen sized bed.
"And I thought my room was a mess," Jermaine pulled up a chair, picking up an unopened letter from the floor. His brows rose seeing it was from Clark Atlanta University. "Hey you got a letter from CAU. How come you haven't opened it yet?"
"I know I got accepted. I've been accepted to all the colleges I've applied to so far. But there's no point in getting excited about Clark Atlanta when my mother doesn't want me attending an HBCU," Yara answered in discouragement, sitting on her bed.
"What she got against HBCU's?" Jermaine frowned in confusion.
Yara inhaled and exhaled deeply, looking at the ceiling. "In her mind, Black colleges are ratchet and ghetto. And she doesn't think I would get the same quality of education as an Ivy League white school."
"Damn that's fucked up. Especially considering the fact that your mother is-"
"Black?" Yara cut him off mid sentence. "Yeah don't say that around her. She hates being a Black American because she says that Black Americans are at the bottom in all aspects when it comes to the African Diaspora."
"Do you believe that?" Jermaine tried to study her expressions which were displaying many different emotions.
"I used to believe a lot of things my mother said, but look where it's gotten me," Yara looked around her room. "I never actually knew what that saying you reap what you sow until now," she bit the inside of her cheek.
Jermaine got out of the chair, walking over to Yara's vanity where she had a bunch of photos of her as a little girl taped to the mirror.
"Aww look at you," Jermaine leaned in, getting a better look at the photo.
"Back when everything was so simple. I miss those days." Yara smiled halfheartedly playing with one of the curls that spilled from her pineapple bun.
"Tell me about it. Growing up and getting older is ghetto. I hate it here," he chuckled.
"Did you want anything to eat? I can order something off Grub Hub or I can get you something to drink," Yara offered.
"Nah I'm not really hungry but I'll take a coke though if you have one," Jermaine cracked his knuckles.
"Alright I gotchu. I'll be right back," Yara walked out of the room, heading downstairs to the kitchen.
Jermaine continued to look around her room, observing every detail from her family photos, academic awards, and book collection. He picked up a book titled The Outsiders by S.E Hinton. A smile spread across Jermaine's face remembering reading the book and watching the movie in middle school.
A folded up piece of paper fell out of the book, snatching Jermaine's attention. Picking it up and deciding to be nosy, he unfolded it, his brows furrowing realizing it's was some kind of medical summary from the Texas Women's Hospital. Yara's name and DOB was printed on the right hand side. Jermaine's eyes skimmed over the paper, seeing that it stated that her women's wellness exam turned out excellent and all her testings for STD's and HIV came back negative. But he stopped reading, after coming across the words, blood work, pregnancy, and six weeks.
Yara was pregnant?
"What are you doing?"
Jermaine turned around to see Yara staring him down. He quickly pushed the paper back into the book. "I was just looking at your book collection," he cleared his throat, hoping she didn't notice.
Yara walked up to him, snatching the book out of his hand. Taking out the paper and unfolding it, her eyes widened in terror realizing what it was. She thought she had thrown the paper away. "Of course you would find this of all things," she laughed sarcastically, ripping up the paper and throwing it away.
"Yara I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
"It doesn't matter now. There isn't a baby anymore. My mother forced me to have an abortion. And since I'm under 18, I didn't really have a choice," Yara's bottom lip quivered with emotion as she felt her eyes water with tears.
She covered over her face, hating that he was seeing her cry once again.
Jermaine sighed deeply, hating that he had slightly triggered a wound that wasn't even healed yet. He honestly didn't know what to say to try and make her feel better, but it was obvious she needed to get some things off her chest. "Keep talking. Keep telling me how you're feeling," he encouraged.
Yara looked at the ceiling, shaking her head fervently as tears continued to roll down her face. "I have never been allowed to loosen up or completely be myself cause there was this image I always needed to maintain because of where I come from and my family name. And when you always feel boxed up, it makes you go crazy inside. Trey was the calm during the crazy. I know it may sound stupid to you, but that's my truth. I didn't know anything else. I didn't know any better. I thought what we had was right. It was okay. Even normal. But now I know he only leeched off my innocence, and gullibility. I really loved him. Hell whose to say it was love I was feeling, but finding out I was pregnant made me feel like I had something to show for what happened between us. I wasn't even able to fully process it, before I'm lying on the operating table, scared outta my mind. I hate myself cause I let him or her down before it was their time. I didn't even give them a chance," Yara stopped talking, crying into her hands.
Jermaine wrapped his arms around her in a protective heartwarming hug. He rocked her back and forth, feeling her emotions calm down a little more with each sway. "Experience isn't always the best teacher, but sometimes it's the only teacher life can give us to really put things into perspective. You got a lot going on inside Yara. You're battling with your inner demons everyday, but it's not in vain," he spoke in a low tone, rubbing her back.
"I feel so lost," Yara sniffed, wiping her swollen eyes.
"I feel like that almost every day. But I keep going until I find myself back on track," Jermaine looked down at her, seeing hope in her eyes.
Yara nodded slowly, exhaling deeply. "You're nothing like I initially thought," she smiled lightly. She reached up touching his face. The lids of her eyes lowered as her eyes traveled from his to his nose and lips.
Their faces pulled closer and closer until their lips finally collided into a wet and sensual kiss. Yara dominated the kiss, her aggressiveness peeking through. After a few seconds, Jermaine pulled away, a confused look on his face.
"We can't do this," he exhaled deeply, stepping away from her.
"What are you talking about?" Yara frowned, wiping her lips.
"The only reason you're kissing me right now is because you're emotionally vulnerable and I can't take advantage of you like that. The kiss was nice no lie, but I want the emotions behind it to be genuine. Besides we both know I'm not the kind of guy you'd go for," Jermaine spoke, throwing it out there.
"Well then," Yara cleared her throat. "I can agree with the emotionally vulnerable thing but how do you know what kind of guy I'd go for?"
He stale faced her. "Don't play dumb. You and I both know we're from different sides of the tracks. It is what it is."
"But-"
"Hey sweetheart," Keri, Yara's mother burst through the door, her eyes immediately falling on Jermaine.
"What the hell is he doing in my house? Don't you work for my husband?" Keri placed her car keys in her Chanel bag.
"Yes ma'am I do. I-"
"Mom I invited him over to hang out. We were just talking. Don't jump down his throat," Yara cut into the conversation, hating that she didn't hear her parents pull up.
"Mhmm," Keri stared at Jermaine with accusing eyes. "Well I think you should be leaving young man. Yara isn't allowed to have male company in her room and she knows that," she hissed, glaring at Yara.
"Yes ma'am," Jermaine quickly left the room, heading downstairs. Yara inwardly sighed, hearing the front door open and close. She didn't want him to leave.
"I hate it here," Yara mumbled underneath her breathe.
"Excuse me?" Keri pulled her back, spinning her around. "You know the rules here. No boys allowed especially with your recent mishaps. Besides that's your fathers employee. And he definitely doesn't run in the same circles as us. Leave him alone," she warned.
"So just because he doesn't come from money, he's not good enough?" Yara looked taken back by her mother's statement. But then again, nothing her mother said ever really surprised her.
"No and he never will be. And don't question me!" Keri retorted, mean mugging Yara before exiting her room, slamming the door behind her.
She took out her phone seeing she had a text from Jermaine.
Yara read over his last message, blushing. Little by little things were becoming more clearer in her chaotic world. She had a lot of healing and self love to do, but she was less afraid of the daunting process now. All the energy she had exhausted into hating Jermaine was now being poured in their friendship.
Little did the two teens know is that their budding friendship would shake the very foundations they were built on.