All Grown Up |Sequel To His Block|

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Jhenea tossed in bed as she attempted to get comfortable without the presence of Anthony. Lately, him staying out late has begun to be a usual and she hated it. She wanted him around constantly and hated that the occupation he chose always had him out.

Giving up on sleep she sat up and stared blankly at the darkness that surrounded her and Anthony's bedroom. "Your dad needs to get home already so we can sleep." She murmured down to her belly with a pout on her face.

Sighing, she got out of bed and found her way throughout the darkness and found herself in the living room. She had a knitted blanket over her shoulders then sat Indian style at the center of of the couch. She grabbed the remote to the left of her and tuned in on the TV, in hopes to keep her occupied until Anthony came through the door.

She indulged into a few pre recorded episodes of Insecure and it kept her pretty occupied not including the commerical breaks.

After a while, she took notice of her phone that was ringing on the coffee table before her. "Who the hell is calling me at 2 AM?" She sighed looking down at the unknown number that wasn't saved to her contacts.

After picking her mind in curiosity, she answered at the last minute. "Jhenea speaking."

"Great, I finally found your number." The person on the other end of the call, said in a relived tone.

Jhenea's brows furrowed in puzzlement. "And you were trying to find my number because?"

"This is Benzi, the manager of Nyne Syns, y'know the one you wanted to tear the clip on extensions from." Benzi tried to pull all aspects of her encounter with Jhenea to aid her with remembering.

It finally clicked to Jhenea causing her to do the meanest eyeroll ever. "Why are you calling my phone? I don't even like you."Jhenea didn't really know what sparked in Benzi's mind to have her think it was okay for her to call her at 2 AM, she still didn't even understand how she even gotten her number. Jhenea knew only a limited amount of people had her number and those people weren't crazy enough to call her at 2 AM.

Benzi sighed doing the same eyeroll Jhenea had just done. "Trust me I know, but I'm not calling to apologize or to go prancing around a campfire." She clarified. "I'm calling because Anthony is drunk off his ass here and you need to come get his ass."

"Drunk?"Jhenea scrunched up her face. "Anthony doesn't even drink that much to the point where he can't even function."

"Well he must have done some fucked up shit tonight because he's fucking wasted."Benzi shrugged.

Jhenea sighed. "Where are the guys?" Jhenea knew Ashton, Carson and or Lamont had to be responsible for this because Anthony wouldn't willingly go out knowing he had an option of going home. He was a homebody and only went out when he was highly convinced, pressured and persuaded.

Benzi shrugged her shoulders. "He told them to leave, I'm guessing he didn't want to dwell in his sorrows at home. You guys must really be going at it because he looks awful."Benzi continued to egg on trying to get under Jhenea's skin as much as possible.

"Touch your nose snow flake. And I'll be there in moment. Take his damn car keys from him."Jhenea rolled her eyes while instructing Benzi.