Samuel and Lucas, two boys from two different backgrounds.
One night they cross paths at a college party, and Samuel is instantly attracted to Lucas.
What happens when Lucas finally gives in and gives Samuel a chance?
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"Where's my phone at Lucas?" Sammy asked, he frantically searched through my room for his phone.
I just watched him struggle to find, as laid back on my bed laughing.
"I don't know-you should look harder." I answered, with a mischievous smirk upon my lips.
He faced me, with a look of irritation, before walking over towards my bed.
"I know yo bubblegum dum dum headass got it, so give it to me because I have business to handle." He said reaching over me, trying to get his phone.
I began laughing as he stared tickling me in the process.
"Ok-ok here, Damn nigga! Why you need it so bad, you got something to hide?" I asked, giving up his phone, which I hid under my pillow.
He gave me an unamused look, before deciding to respond to my question.
"What-nigga no, I have business to take care of, and I can't do that if you hiding my shit in pillows doofus." He explained to me as if I was slow, and needed more time processing his words.
I squinted my eyes, mean mugging him while leaning over to slap him.
"Don't play games with me stupid...what business do you need to take care of anyways?" I asked, pulling him down on top of me.
He placed his face in the crook of my neck, leaving a kiss behind.
"I gotta hit up my niggas-we need to make an important drop off, but that's confidential information, so don't worry about it baby." He finished, kissing my lips before getting up off of me.
He began to get dress, picking up his belongings and headed towards my door.
"Damn I can't even get a goodbye, a kiss, something shit." I whined, opening my arms and reaching for a hug.
He smiled, making his way towards me-engulfing me in a tight hug, then leaning down to give me a meaningful, sweet kiss.
"Goodbye babe, I'll talk to you later." He mumbled, before making his way out of my room-leaving the house.
It's been like this for a couple days now, just me and him spending time together-what we did during that time was between us, and I enjoyed that.
He's like my only friend at the moment, aside from Tiffany and Cruz-we're on good terms, it's just I haven't felt the need to reach out.
As for Rodney, he's still dead to me. Whatever friendship that was there, is now no longer.
I'm cool with that, because he made his bed and now he has to lay in it.
Honestly I should have Sammy beat him up for me-but then again I don't need anyone fighting my battles, because if that's the case I'll fuck Rodney up myself and it's what he deserves.
Lost in my thoughts, I almost didn't realize the sound of my phone ringing.
»incoming call: Tiff✨«
I smiled, pressing the green button and answering her call.
"Hi Tiffany-" I started But was suddenly interrupted by a loud squeal.
Pulling the phone from my ear, I gave it time before placing it back against my face.
"OMG LUCAS-HAHAAHAH YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS! Omgicantbelievethisishappeningtome!" She cries into the phone, suddenly alarming me that something might have been seriously wrong with her.
I gave her time, before I began to speak up.
"Tiffany what is it? What's wrong with you?" I asked frantically-because now she was incredibly mute, which is highly unlikely.
I took the phone away from my face, checking to see if she was on the line still-which she was, but something was obviously wrong.
After a couple seconds of her still being silent, I decided to speak once again.
"Tiffany talk to me, you can tell me what it is-are you in serious danger, do you need help, where are you?" I talked, rushing through each words as my nerves started getting worse.
I could hear her sniffing, and moving around, almost as if she couldn't keep still.
"Lucas I'm so scared-why do bad things always happen to me? I don't know what to do anymore, I'm so lost." She all but cried out, I could even hear the pain in her voice.
I tried backtracking, thinking of any possible clues that would lead me in the direction, of being able to understand what she was talking about.
I kept coming up blank, she never gave hints that anything was ever wrong with her-at least not in a serious manner, so my confusion prolonged.
"Tiffany you have to be clear, I have no idea what you're talking about. What happened to you, just tell me what it is so I can help you." I pleaded, becoming impatient with the ongoing mystery.
She inhaled loudly, letting out a shaky breath before she spoke.
"I-I just don't k-know what to say Lucas, I'm so scared and I didn't wanna be a burden but I had no one else to turn to. This all happening so fast, my life if our-our lives are over." She croaked out, her voice becoming more hoarse by the second.
Our lives-what the hell does that supposed mean? What the fuck does any of this shit mean.
I'm trying to make sense of everything she's saying, but none of it seems to add up, and it's beginning to frustrate me.
"Tiff, look-you can trust me, just like you said I could trust you. Talk to me, how do you expect me to be able to help you if you aren't allowing me to understand you. What the hell is going on, start all the way from the beginning." I spoke, my tone gaining some seriousness to it.
I'm trying to get to the core of all of this shit, but how can that be expected if she won't get to the point.
"Lucas if I tell you this-you have to promise you won't be mad at me. Please promise you won't blame, or that you won't hate me. I don't wanna lose you again, so just please-please." She whispered into phone, her voice no longer holding on to its volume.
I thought for a second, contemplating on whether or not I should make these promises, before actually knowing what the situation was.
I felt like I could trust Tiffany, and I'm sure whatever it is-it couldn't be that bad to the point where it made me hate her.
I took a deep breath, and continued on with the conversation.
"Tiffany, I promise no matter what happens-I will not allow this news to make me hate you. I'm on your side, so whatever it is...I've got your back." I concluded, now awaiting her answer.
I really fucking hope I don't regret this shit man.
"Lucas. I-I'm-pregnant, a-and it's yours." She stumbled over her words, fear evident in her voice.
»«»«»«»« A filler chapter and a cliffhanger, woo hoo!
Not really feeling this chapter, but whatever.
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