THE BLOCK

Confessions 👀📝🔐

Lark's Point Of View.

(Monday morning- At School)

"I think I might not be gay anymore" Diggy states, linking arms with me, which she never does. "What? How comes?" "I don't know, I was watching Back Street Boys music videos last night and I was kinda getting excited down there" I giggle "That's because them niggas are pretty as hell" "True" she agrees. "I think my family is finally coming to terms with it" she announces, with a smile across her face. They hated the idea of their only daughter being gay. "Really? Good for you" she continues to smirk until we see Lay leaning against her locker on her own, with her arms folded against her chest.

"Eww, there's that bitch" Diggy states, she always has my back. "Don't say anything" "Fine" she agrees as we stroll past her, acting as if we don't see her standing there. "Hey" Lay cheerfully says as Diggy scoffs just as disgusted as I am. "Hey, really Lay?" Diggy begins to question her "Your trifflin for real" "Diggy no respect but it doesn't have anything to do with you, fall back" I open my mouth shocked, she doesn't have a right to be talking out of her neck like that. "Your lucky your pregnant, thot" "What was you gonna do?" She interrogates "I would drag your ass and you know that" "See me in eight months then" she comments forcing me to step between them before shit pops off.

"It's okay Diggy, we don't need to associate ourselves with trash anymore" I link back with Diggy, strolling away. "See her in eight months? She's lucky I didn't pop her in her mouth" "I know" I nod, seeing Brandon and Ray standing outside Mr Karim's class.

"Hey" Ray greets us, followed by a hug each. Diggy looks down at Brandon like he ain't shit, she really is ride or die. It falls into an awkward silence until Mr Karim lets us into his class. I take my usual seat, which is next to Brandon cause when we picked our seats we was 'in love'.

25 minutes into the lesson...

From the corner of my eye I witness Brandon purposely knock down his pen, he grabs scrunched up paper from his desk before grabbing the pen. On his way back up he drops the note on my desk. I huff to myself while unbaling the paper.

The notes-

Brandon- Sry about everything. I know I let u down again, but I just want u to forgive me so shit isn't awkward :(

Me- U caused it, leave me tf alone

Brandon- I wish I could turn back time. I wouldn't of walked her home.

Me- Well u can't

I hand back the note. Brandon begins to read and just as he was about to respond, Mr Karim snatches the note from underneath him. "Passing notes in my class, you two just earned yourself an hour detention, see you at 3:00" he shares loud enough for the whole class to hear.

Lay's Point Of View.

3:34pm.

I step into the house to see mom, Malik and Ramell sitting on the sofa watching Def Comedy Jam. Malik is the eldest, he turned 25 last month, he's been a dealer for years, the money he was making was the only way we could survive after dad died nine years ago. Ramell is 21 and is following Malik's footsteps, he just got out of the pen. I'm the only girl and the baby of the family so they still treat me like a kid, telling them that I'm pregnant isn't going to be easy. I'm more afraid of telling my brothers than my mom.

"Hey, how was school?" "Boring" I answer mom, putting my bag down and stepping out of my torn up Converses. "I didn't think you would be home so soon, usually your out until 5,6" "Uh-uh, umm, I need to talk to ya'll" I mention, sitting on the arm of the chair. "What now?" mom questions. There's was no point lying. It's easier if I just say it, plus, it's up to me if I keep it or not and I'm keeping it. I have morals. "I'm pregnant" I state "What the fuck do you mean?" Malik starts off. I knew they was going to react like this. "I never got my period" "What did I tell you about these fast ass niggas?" "Who the fuck is he?" Ramell asks "Brandon" "Who?" He questions, I think it's rhetorical so I ignore it.

"Whoever the fuck he is, we need to talk to him" "He's not a bad kid, we just made a mistake" I comment as Malik sniggers "Where does he stay?" "I don't know" I lie as Malik stands up towering over me. "You think I'm fucking playing with you" "Okay, everyone chill out" mom starts off, also standing up. "Do you want to keep it?" mom asks "She's not keeping it, she's supposed to be going college next year" "I don't want to go college anyway" I confess, grabbing my bag and heading upstairs.

A/N- Sorry guys that this chapter is so short and it took ages to publish. I don't know why, but I would write on my lap for example and save it and then go about my day, then try to finish the chapter on my phone and it would all be gone. But hopefully it will stop happening so I can put up more chapters.