𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 | 𝐽. 𝑃𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐸

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐸𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇

Jordan Poole
Poole Residence
11:30 A.M
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"Do you think that last night was...too much for her?"

Kyle raised an eyebrow as he tossed a basketball in the air and caught it as he sprawled out on the sofa. "Too much for who," he asks. "Luna?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I texted her goodnight last night like I always do and my messages went straight to green."

"Maybe her phone died," Kyle suggests. "Or maybe, she turned her phone off. I know her phone was probably going off like crazy after y'all dropped that bomb on the world."

I sighed, rubbing my hands down my face and shook my head. "I know something isn't right..." I said.

Kyle grinned. "It's your intuition," he chuckled.

"Huh?"

Kyle paused, glancing over at me with a puzzled look on his face. When my confusion didn't falter, he sat up and shook his head at me as if I was completely hopeless.

"Alright, man," he says. "You love this girl right? So, when you love someone, you somehow develop an intuition that's set alone for that specific person."

"Do you have that for Winnie?" I asked.

Kyle nodded. "Oh, hell yeah," he says. "I call it my Winnie Senses. You can just tell when something is abnormal or not right when it comes to them. It's totally normal."

"It doesn't feel normal." I mumbled.

"That's because you're not used to it," Ralen says.

"What the hell do you know about this?" I questioned, turning to face him.

Ralen shrugs. "Absolutely nothing," he admits. "But what Kyle is saying makes sense, it's normal for Kyle because he's been dealing with the feeling for what? Six years now? And you're just now experiencing it, of course it's not gonna feel normal to you."

"Keep in mind, JP," J2 says from the loveseat, fiddling with his camera. "This is your first relationship since high school. All of this is foreign to you."

"I don't care how foreign it feels," I groaned, running my hands down my facial hair. "I just wanna know what's going on..."

The room went silent for a few moments until the sound of someone banging on my front door broke through the silence, making all of us jump in shock and glance over at the door, wondering who could be knocking on the door like they were the police at eleven o'clock in the morning.

Living in D.C., it could honestly be anyone...the people here aren't anywhere close to being normal...

"Who in the world is that?" Ralen asks.

We all stood up, making our way over to the front door. I looked through the peephole and my heart dropped into my stomach seeing Luna's father standing at the door with an enraged look on his face.

Oh kill me with a rock..

"Who is it?" Kyle asks.

"It's Luna's dad," I groaned, reaching down to open the door.

J2's eyes widened. "Oh hell nah," he says. "Ralen, go get the gun!"

"Chill," I replied.
Ralen shook his head. "Ain't no chill! He the shoot first, ask questions later type! I'm not taking no chances."

I rolled my eyes as Ralen sprinted down the hall, and turned my attention back to the door, pulling it open. Before I could get any words out, Mr. Perez pushed past me, almost knocking me over and immediately began looking around my house.