breathe. | lamelo ball

twelve

i'm planning another melo fanfic based even more on me so i can manifest him😭also my family is a mf trip i think they would mix well with the ball family. my mom and dad just drove an hour and a half to clean up my fuckin depression apartment and i love them so much. they deserve to be written about

this chapter mentions r*pe and self harm. i've personally dealt with the second and i want y'all to know that you're beautiful and no matter what you deserve to be here.

it is your birthright to be happy.

i love y'all, if you need anything i'm an good therapist. have an awesome day🤍

October 31st, 2018

Rumi walked into Quan's house high as fuck, already tipsy from the bottle of Grey Goose her and King had been sharing on the way. The air smelled like alcohol, weed and bodies, and the music was shaking the floor. King had his arm wrapped around her waist tightly and she wiggled out of it stealthily, acting like she was dancing.

True to her word, she hadn't hung out with him alone since she gave him her number. They had kicked it a few times with Josh but that was it. They didn't even Facetime.

It's not Rumi didn't mind talking to King, he just sort of lacked depth. There was something that wasn't there, or wasn't clicking for Rumi. He wasn't interested in anything she had to say and their conversations never went anywhere.

Josh and him had scooped Rumi from her house though, and they all planned to crash at Quan's after so she came with him tonight anyway.

As she walked in with the boys people greeted her and Josh. She couldn't really call herself an outcast anymore. She had been around the basketball team for people just to like her solely for that fact. Most girls thought she was a whore since she wasn't dating any of them but that didn't stop them from sending her fake smiles at parties and in the halls.

"You made it!" Seline cheered happily over the loud music from her spot on the island counter as they entered the kitchen. Omar was whispering in Bri's ear near the stove while Nicole talked to Ashley lowly in the corner. Melo, Sharife, Seline, and O were all sitting at the island.

King reached out to grab her waist and Rumi slyly stepped up to hug Seline. Rumi didn't feel comfortable with him touching on her when Melo was right there after King told her what happened between them. She was nervous to see how Melo would react.

"You look good Rume," Seline told her in Spanish referring to her Rico Nasty costume making Rumi grin and do a little shimmy. Melo's brown eyes snapped up knowing Seline only spoke Spanish to one girl he knew. He looked around Seline's back from his stool to see Rumi beaming at Seline, her smiley piercing looking sexy as fuck as the bright kitchen lights highlighted her red eyes.

He raked his eyes over her. He hadn't seen her in person in basically two months. She had taken her faux locs out and was wearing her natural hair. Melo licked his lips. He didn't even know it was that long. Her skin was glowing and she had the faded expression on her face; it made Melo want to fuck her until she cried. His eyes drifted from her to the dude behind her and his face fell as whole mood soured.

Fucking King Jackson.

Bitch ass nigga.

He would stay in Ashley's comments and DMs so when he found them dancing together at a party in June Melo couldn't control his anger or his fist. After that King and a few of his friends jumped Melo in the backyard, leaving him there. He woke up a few hours later and just went out of the gate, driving home to receive a lecture from his dad about fighting. Melo damn sure didn't tell him he got himself jumped. Lavar's reaction probably would've been worse.