~Jaerre's POV~:
The second her phone clattered to the concrete, she was sprinting into the house. I sighed and picked up her phone to answer it.
"Hello?" The person on the other line snorted.
"Why the fuck are you answering my girl's phone?" I slowly walked into the house, closing the door behind me.
"She's not your girl, you know that."
"Tell her I called, we have things to talk about. Oh yeah, next time, don't answer Imani's phone. I didn't call to talk to a bitch nigga." The call ended and I put her phone in my pocket, chuckling to myself.
I wandered upstairs and found myself in her bedroom. She was laying on the bed, tears rolling out of her eyes. She didn't even bother to take her shoes off. "Imani?"
"What?" Her voice sounded so small. It sent me into a pool of empathy.
"Talk to me, what are you feeling?" She sat up, clutching a pillow to her chest.
"What, are you a therapist?" I saw the hint of humor in her eye and sat down.
"No, I really want you to talk to me. It's not very enjoyable to see you cry." She smiled slightly, avoiding my eyes.
"I just felt like you didn't want to be around me anymore." I sighed.
"Sorry, I was just thinking. Do you want to know the truth?" She pursed her lips and shrugged.
"Sure, why not?"
"You're my bestfriend but I like you. Like I have feelings for you. But you're pregnant, I'd have to be dead serious about you. I'm just scared; that's sort of like a double commitment." Her eyes lit up.
"You want to be with me?"
"I mean, yeah. I see why Damiun was with you now."
"Why?" I grabbed her hands and stared deeply into her eyes.
"You're insanely beautiful and you're a strong, independent woman. You just need someone to love you and support you." Her cheeks reddened with every single word. "Damiun just didn't do it right."
"I don't want to drag you into this mess, Jay. You'd have to deal with baby daddy drama it's just too much."
"If I didn't really like you, I wouldn't have been honest. Don't worry about me, I just want you to give me a chance. I won't hurt you." Her hands slid out of mine and she rubbed them on her jeans.
"This is insane.."
I grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer so her legs rested over my thighs.
"I know. Is that the only reason you were crying though?" She shrugged.
"I talked to my dad and I'm going to have this baby in a few months.. I'm just so lost. I don't know what I'm going to do."
I pulled her completely on my lap and cupped her face. "Don't worry about it, Imani. I got you."
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~Reese's POV~:
I bit my lip as my phone rang uncontrollably. Just as I knew it would stop ringing, I answered it. "Hello?"
"Uh, hey! How are you?"
"Ro, you know we've been texting all day right? Anyway, I'm good." He chuckled slightly.
"Yeah, I know. Um, I was wondering if you were busy?" I put the finishing touches on my drawing.
"Nope. Why?" He coughed nervously.
"Would you like to go out to lunch or something?" I slammed my drawing book shut with a smile.
"Sure."
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Dressed in a floral shirt with a leather jacket, bleached jeans, and floral Vans, I made my way downstairs. Of course, my dad just had to come snooping.
"Where are you going?" I tucked a stray piece of my straightened hair behind my ear.
"On a date." He crossed his arms.
"Oh really? Does your mother know?" I smirked.
"Yeah." He snapped with defeat.
"Damnit. Well have a nice time." His eyes were narrowed as I walked out the front door. I shook my head. Oh dad.
Ro was leaning against his car, phone in hand. I coughed as I approached him. As he looked up, his face lit up. A smile spread across his face as he hugged me. "You look so beautiful."
I blushed at his compliment and eyed his outfit. "Thanks, you can dress."
He thanked me and we both got into his car.
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