*You got all that hotness baby, I know what your thinking, this aint enough, can I, tell you what I’m here thinkin bouttt*
You woke to your phone playing bang bang bang. Uhhh. That means someones calling. You reached out and grabbed your phone, pressing answer and holding it to your ear. “Hello” you answered groggily, rubbing your eyes and yawning. “(Y.N)? Your there? Thank God” Ray’s voice came through the phone. “Why. The fuck. Are you ringing me at-” you paused to see the time, “2 in the morning!”. You could here voices in the background. Roc, Ray, Prince and Prod had gone out to the club. “Woahhh” Ray replied, “C-calm yourself” He seemed to slur his words every so often giving you the impression he was drunk. “Why are you ringing me Ray.” Your eyelids started drooping signalling the fact you could fall asleep any minute. “Well..ya see…Roc has..we have..well Roc..we’re in a bit of trouble-” You heard someone snatch the phone. You sat up after hearing the words ‘roc’ and ‘trouble’. “What’s wrong with Roc? What’s happened? Is he okay??” “(Y/N) listen-” A more sober sounding Prod spoke, “I’m sorry about the time but- Ray stfu and sit down while I speak to her. Prince get away from the window. You can’t climb out of it…ayee Ray..guys…” “PROD!” you shouted. These boys were getting on your damn nerves. “Sorry.. (Y/N)..well you see..Roc kinda..got himself into a fight at the club..and it didn’t end to well for the other guy. You know how Roc’s temper is…but the police were called..and their pressing charges. They got Roc in a cell and we’re just..in some room. I’m the most sober..the rest are off their heads. We kinda errm..we kinda need you to bail Roc out and pick us up. They aint letting us go until your here. It’s errmm…it’s $350” ………….You clenched your jaw. This is the third time this month that Roc had been arrested. The first time they let him walk with a warning, the second the fine wasn’t to bad but this time…The bitch promised he would stay out of trouble. We don’t even have the money. “I’m on my way.” you growled.
You pulled up to the jail with a purse full of a money and your jaw clenched. The money had to come from you and Roc’s holiday savings so you were pissed. Point. Blank. When inside, you walked up to the lady at the front desk who gave you a glare. You cut your eye at her but decided not to start anything. “I’m here for Chresanto August. I have the money to pay the fine.” She typed something into a computer and took your money. She gave you another look before an officer came over. “This way please”. He led you down a hallway then onto another before you entered a room. In there were chairs and a sleeping Ray, a smiling Prince and a pacing Prodigy. “(Y/N) your here” Prod walked over and gave you a tight hug, “I’m sorry man..I should have tried harder to stop Roc” You sighed, hugging him back before he released you, “It’s cool, I just wanna get outta here.” Prince started giggling before running up to you and screaming “Yayyy”. He picked you up and spun you around, “We’re going home…..I wanna go home” he pouted then put you down. Yepp. Not sober yet. He ran over slapping Ray with one of his braids to wake him up. Ray sprung up and pushed him away “What man?!…Ahhhh my head” You turned around to see the officer giving you a strange look. “Ermm..I’ll bring Mr August down here” He disappeared and you sat down putting your head in your hands.
20 minutes later you heard the door open. Looking up you saw a guilty looking Roc entering the room. He was sobered up as were Prod and Ray. Prince was still in his own little world. He nervously smiled as the officer said you’s could leave. You’s were all escorted out and everyone climbed into your car with Roc in the front. He rubbed the back of his neck and put his seat belt on before turning to you, “Babe I’m-” “No Chresanto.” You cut him off mid sentence. “Ooooo she went government, you in shit now bro” You heard Ray call from the back. “Man shut up…(Y/N)..babe..I’m sorry you know how my anger is I just-” “I said no. I don’t wanna hear it Chres.” You faced forward and started the car, “Ya’ll can crash at ours tonight..well this morning”. The rest of the car ride was silent. You weren’t letting Roc get off that easy.
