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narrative.
as you were driving, you decided to call connie because you were going to be late coming home because of traffic. you called and it went straight to voicemail. 'hm. odd.' you thought. you called again. same thing.
"i think his phone is off." you mumbled. however, why would his phone be off at night? you ignored it and turned the volume up and played "Princess Diana' By Ice Spice & Nicki Minaj.
(that song is top tier i swear.😂)
meanwhile back at connie's place, he was going off. he was beyond pissed. jean had just walked in and looked as if he seen a ghost. "man fuck this shit. fuck it. fuck." he shouted. sasha and jean had grabbed onto connie before he could damage anything else.
the house was a complete mess. "bro what's wrong with you?" jean said, out of breath. with connie being so buff, they had to get a hold of him. "she cheated dude." jean and sasha's jaw dropped.
"there is no way. y/n would never." sasha spoke. "well, she did and i'm done with her ass." he said, walking towards his room. they listened till he walked upstairs and slammed his door.
"i feel like she didn't cheat." jean said. he looked down and seen connie's phone. his lockscreen was an off guard picture of you both in the pool.
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^ his lockscreen
connie being the utter dumbass, he left his phone unlocked. jean and sasha both sat down and looked through his messages. not necessarily looking through it but just looking for where the evidence of y/n cheating.
he was scrolling until he came across the message between connie and an unknown number. jean's eyes widen. he noticed that number was weirdly familiar. "what the fuck?" he semi-whispered. "what?" sasha asked. he pulled his phone out and looked through his messages.
"this is the same number that tried to text me about mikasa?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "could this be the same person?" sasha looked at him. "oh most definitely." he cleared his throat. he clicked on the photo that the person sent connie. it was of you and a boy sitting across each other.
in the photo, you are seen smiling, drinking red wine. the both of you are seen laughing with one another. again, this boy looked familiar. a little too familiar. "bro sasha, do you know who he is?" he called out. he looked up to see nothing.
"sasha, SASHA!" sasha came out the closet with a bowl of chips. "my bad, i got hungry but uh who?" she looked down and recognized him. "that's eren's old best friend but i forgot his name." jean gasped. "CALL EREN." he yelled. she facetimed eren and he picked up on the second ring. "hello, oh hi sasha." amoura spoke.
"oh hey girl, can you give eren the phone?" amoura handed the phone to him. "damn, all them hickies on yo neck!" jean laughed. "yea yea, shut up. what you need?" eren rolled his eyes. "yea, who is this?" he flipped the camera to show the picture.
"OMG!" amoura yelled. "that's mir. amir clark. why?" he yawned. "HOLLON, is that amir and y/n together??" eren's eyes widen. he flipped the camera back and nodded. eren looked towards the door and heard the door open. "i'm home, goddamn. a girl tired." you shouted.
"she's home." eren whispered. "does connie know?" jean deadpanned. "dude, this is his phone idiot." eren was in disbelief. "so what you're saying is she cheated?" sasha shook her head. "no because y/n isn't like that."
a knock could be heard through the phone. "come in."amoura spoke. you walked in to see them staring at you. "hey, i just wanted to let y'all know that i'm home. why y'all staring at me?" you said, confused. "girl, where do you go today?" amoura sat up.
"to brunch?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "with who?" you were confused where this was going on. "with amir? he invited me to talk things over?" you were lost.
everyone gasped. "why?" amoura was shocked. "bitch ain't that your ex?" you slowly nodded. "but nothing happened. he tried to rekindle our-"who y'all on the phone with?" you could hear connie's voice through the phone.
"is that amoura?" connie asked. they nodded. "her bsf weird. why would you go on a date with your ex? i just know she fucked him." he rolled his eyes and scoffed. you were astonished. you walked over and grabbed the phone. "first of all, didn't nobody fuck me. and i even told him that we were seeing each other so don't even start." you yelled. connie was shocked. he didn't think you were there.
"anyways, give me my phone." connie said as jean passed his phone. "you can lose my number too. we done." connie laughed as he walked upstairs. it hurt him to say that. he didn't even know why he would say that though. however, he didn't want to repeat the same thing that happened with aaliyah to happen with you.
he didn't want to lose himself. not again. "okay, fuck you." you spoke. your voice trembling. you walked out and walked into your room. "damn, y'all." eren spoke. "back to what we were saying, she didn't cheat." jean says. "how so?" eren asked. "let's call amir." jean smirked.
meanwhile, amir was at his crib on the game. he was so in thought about you today. he was happy that you came. his thoughts stopped when he got a call from eren & an unknown number. he took his headset off and picked up.
"yurrr!" amir answered. "wassup mir." eren smiled. "this is jean and my girl, amoura." she waved, not even paying attention. "finally, you was crushing her for a min now." mir laughed.
"man shut up." he rolled his eyes. amoura wasn't paying attention but definitely heard him. "anywho, where was you at today?" he asked. "uh, i invited y/n to brunch." he sighed. eren looked over to amoura who was looking at him already.
"did she show up?" mir nodded. "what happened?" eren sat up. "we basically went over what happened and caught up. i initially wanted to get back with her but she told me she was seeing someone else which i knew was connie." eren was shocked he told the truth.
"however, she wasn't going for it. i even tried to hug her but she just gave me a side hug. i asked her if we could at least be friends and she said she had to think about it. why?" mir replied.
"okay." jean started. "basically somebody sent a picture of you and y/n to connie and make it look like you were on a date with her." mir immediately mean mugged the screen. "bro wtf?" he questioned. "they even said connie should be with them and not her."
'i swear it be these weird bitches that desperate.' he chucked.
"basically trying to make her seem like the bad guy. but we all know y/n isn't like that at all." jean explained. he nodded. "we gon have to figure out who did this." mir said.
they made a group chat with everyone. "what is their current state?" mir asked. "i mean they did just say fuck you and he told her to lose his number and they done."
"damn." amir said. there wasn't really anything they could do for right now. they were both in a bad mental state right now. "i guess we have to figure this out and get them back together." mir said. they all agreed.
Authors Note how y'all feel about this chapter? i told y'all amir got good intentions. somebody challenged me to update in 1-2 days so here y'all go & thank that person!
