how we came to be | ❝ you were nothing I ever expected, but ended up being everything I ever wanted ❞
This is the story of how Monse and Latrelle came to be MONTRELLE.
ON MY BLOCK x ALL AMERICAN CROSSOVER
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JORDAN BAKER POV
Football practice just ended but dad was being extra hard on me because of my run in with Khalil and his boys earlier.
The downside of having dad as the football coach? The fact that everyone tells him about every move that I make during the day! It's annoying!
Dad also knew about Asher and I's argument and forced us to squash everything. It wasn't hard to do because I don't want Chloe anyway. And I'm not trying to steal Asher's shine at all.
Whatever, I just want to get home and relax. Olivia should be home already which is good because I can talk to her about Latrelle. There's no way that she should still be around him after seeing the type of company that he keeps. Khalil was damn near ready to kill me! It's not my fault that he's broke, shit!
And speaking of my money, I walked out of school and searched around for my car. It wasn't hard to spot because it's the only good looking car around here. But when I laid eyes on it, my heart dropped.
There was spray paint all over it and tissue scattered everywhere. The seats were slashed up and so were the tires.
Oh god. Oh god. This can't be happening!
I put my hands on my head and paced around frantically. Who the fuck did this?! And what am I gonna tell my parents?! HOW AM I GONNA GET HOME?!
Students walked past me and snickered at my distraught. I dashed up to my car and examined it. I saw a simple 'K' spray painted on the side.
Khalil.
He warned me that this wasn't over and he was right.
Oh god, dad's gonna kill me.
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Dad slammed the door behind mom and I as we entered the house. I had to beg them to pick me up and they were deadly silent for the entire car ride. It was the scariest shit ever...
I tried to sneak to my room to avoid a lecture, but dad caught me.
"BOY IF YOU DON'T SIT YOUR ASS ON THAT COUCH!" Dad demanded viciously.
I can practically see the steam coming out of his ears. Mom looks pissed too.
I slowly sat down on the couch, chills running down my spine. Dad and mom stood in front of me and dad's trying his hardest to suppress his anger.
