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✰...𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 at zaire's friends, eren, armin and jean introducing themselves and you doing the same. one person at the table kept quiet though. you couldn't really see his face since his back was turned to you. he looked nervous in your eyes, the way his leg was bouncing and swaying from side to side, he couldn't even sit still in his seat.

"who's that one," you tapped zaire on his shoulder and pointed at the direction of the boy who was wearing the beanie. zaire licked the corner of his lips before leaning down in your ear to whisper-

"that's connie," your eyes widened at the familiar name. connie, the guy you met at your uncle's gym, the same guy that never called or texted you after giving him your number. at a slow pace, zaire moved his head back and furrowed his brows at how shocked you looked. your mouth was agape and your eyes looked like it was gonna pop out of your socket.

that's when all eyes went on rocky who was marching near where connie sat, "mothafucka, we got a girl over here! turn yo ass around and say hi," rocky sucked his teeth and yanked the beanie off of connie's head, his gray colored outgrown buzz cut being revealed.

"aye man, chillat!" you heard connie raise his voice while reaching to grab his beanie back. after watching him put his beanie back on he looked back at you, biting his bottom lip so anxiously. everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. the locked eye contact, the exchanged cheeky smiles and the greeting nods.

"connie," connie extended his hand out to give you a handshake, your soft hands taking his hands in yours. i know...you tilted your head down a bit and slowly batted your eyes at him, a soft smile spreading across your face.

"y/n," you said lowly before pulling your hand away. after you and connie reintroduced yourselves to one another, you chose to sit in the next to zaire so you could be seated directly across from connie.

you didn't get the school lunch since you didn't feel as hungry. zaire even offered you some of his tater tots but you kindly declined them. connie could feel your eyes boring upon him as you fixed your sitting position, your body leaning forward on your crossed arms that were rested on the table.

meanwhile of sneaking small glances at connie, you listened to the conversation that the boys were having with each other, "maaan, i told y'all i'm gon get them grills! ain't nobody stopping me!" you heard rocky, his knuckles drumming against the table as he spoke.

"nigga, only person that can stop you, is momma latoya," zaire hit rocky gently on his shoulder as he pointed out. rocky rolled his eyes that zaire had to ruin his moment by reminding him about his mom.

"well...she ain't gotta know!?" rocky scrunched up his lips before snatching the tater tot that was in zaire's hand.

"she gon slap that 25% of nigga genes outta yo' mixed ass if you even try it. ain't that right connie?" zaire sipped on his juice while looking away from rocky who was rolling his eyes to the back of his head, his snickers slowly dying down after he looked at you and connie sending each other shy glances.

connie sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, gently tugging his gold chain back every time his fingers brushed against the back of it. his outfit wasn't so flashy, a simple baggy grey hoodie and sweatpants and white adidas. your eyes roamed down his body, watching him pull out his smartphone from his pocket along with a card that was folded plenty of times.

his eyes flickered from the card that he unfolded as his thumb moved across the keyboard of his smartphone. when he stopped, that's when you felt a buzz coming from your tote bag that was resting on your lap. looking at connie through your lashes, you slowly unzipped your bag and rummaged inside it to find your phone.

you pulled out your phone to see that you received a message from a number you didn't have saved. your eyes fluttered up to look at connie, the corner of your lip curving up as you read the message on your small screen.

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗

(xxx-xxx-xxxx)
u like tayter tawts?

you
͏͏͏͏͏͏pardon, who's this?

you looked up from your phone and giggled softly once you saw how rapidly connie's face sagged. his eyes narrowed at your direction, slumping his shoulders at your text message. you didn't have to hear him talk to know that he was telling you to quit playing.

connie
throw that pardon shit out
the window . yk who this is :/

you
well xcuuuuuse moi

y didn't you txt me connie?
u've been avoiding me or wot

connie
avoiding u? sure

you
u too pussy to holla?

connie
-.-

u think u funny?

you
:)

connie
whatchu doin at angeles,
beverly hills? stalkin me?

you
boy don't get full of ur self

i'm here for school so i don't
go around spelling TATER TOTS wrong -.-

connie
shut yo pretty ass up

mhm. but i can hear that squeaky
ass voice thru the phone :/

you
ur voiceaphobic

i'm deleting ur contact <3

you quickly lifted your head up and stuck the middle finger up at connie with a smile on your face, his nostrils flaring as he chuckled lowly at how cute you looked getting slightly agitated by him.

connie leaned closer to the edge of the table, gently pushing your hand down so it could be resting on the ground. the sound of your bracelets hitting the table as your eyes batted at him.

"you got a boyfriend, beverly hills?" connie licked his lips as he whispered to you low enough so the others couldn't hear him. you clicked your tongue, pretending to be surprised by his question with a humorous gasp.

"classified information," a sly smirk appeared on your face, just watching connie playfully roll his eyes at you. you bit down on your bottom lip to hold back your giggles that you felt creeping up your throat.

"you hitting me with my own line now?" connie placed his hand on his chest and slowly moved his body back, mouthing a 'wooooooow'. you couldn't hold in your giggles from how dramatic he was being, your mouth muffling all your laughs.

"i'm just kiddin'!" you managed to say in between your snorts. connie rested his head on his shoulder as his lips stretched into a smile at the sound of your laugh. he clasped his hands together and rested them on the table before leaning closer to you.

you stared back at him, his eyes slightly squinting at you as if he was studying you. your eyes flickering down to his lips that went white but swiftly back to pink after he bit his bottom lip. his head slowly tilting to the side again, his diamond earring flashing in the ceiling light.

"y'know you don't laugh like that," connie blurted out just to receive a glare from you. you teared your eyes away from connie's eye contact, covering the side of your head from embarrassment. how did he read you so easily? your laugh wasn't always so 'angelic', but you tried to make it sound like that every time you were in public or around people who weren't exactly your closest, closest friends.

"if you sound like a hyena, then let me hear that shit," connie jabbed his finger against the table at every word he said, holding back his laughs this time but winced after feeling your mary jones colliding against his ankle.

"you better stop playin' with me connie," you darted a finger at his direction, your acrylic nail directly in his face to where you poked his forehead, "i don't laugh like no hyena! you prolly sound like a tractor that's outta gasoline."

"aye, first of all...tractors don't use gasoline. they use diesel fuel," connie corrected you, smiling at your glares that you shot at him.

"diesel fuel? i'mma act like i know what that shit is," you waved your hand out in front of him and checked your phone for the time. while your head was being down, moving your braids that were falling down to your face, connie just kept staring at you in mesmerization. you were really here, he truly couldn't believe it.

not only were you here being a good thing for him, but it gave him a chance to finally get to know you more and possibly even hang out with you. connie cleared his throat and waited for you to look up from your phone to get your attention.

"sooo," connie drawled, "i was wonderi-"

"y'know that rocky told me that he had some homeboy that would want to get to know me more? i think that homeboy was you," you cut through his sentence without realizing as you wagged your finger at him, "you wanna go roller skating on saturday?"

aaaaaand you beat him to it. he was literally, gonna ask if you wanted to go roller skating since there was already this popular rink in long beach. connie let out a breathy chuckle, lowering his head down that you ended up asking to hang out before he got his chance to. connie licked his lips and parted them, you on the other hand waiting for him to answer.

just when connie was about to give you an answer, a voice came out and it wasn't his, "I HEARD ROLLER SKATING!" rocky shouted over zaire and jean's voice, both were having a small conversation about mr erwin being their teacher for this school year and how he isn't gonna hold back with these assignments.

connie buried his face in his hands to hide his face before pulling them down to slam his hands against the table, "rocky, shut yo ass up! how the hell did you hear roller skating sitting all the way over there!?" connie mean mugged his friend.

"i got 20/20 hearing, homie," rocky raised his hands up and shrugged, holding back his laugh from how tired connie was of him. connie looked away from rocky and motioned his hand to his direction, signaling that he was boutta get in on his ass.

"20/20 hearing? that shit isn't even a thing..." said connie, zaire and rocky exchanging eye contact and bursting into laughters at how fed up connie looked. zaire lifted the neck part of his shirt to hide his face, rocky doing the same and just rested his forehead on zaire's shoulder. y'all ever just stare at your friend and both of y'all start laughing? yeah...

"it ain't even that funny.." connie narrowed his eyes at his friends, waiting for them to stop laughing. connie's ears perked up at the sound of his other friends, eren, jean and armin who were also beginning to laugh. not at connie but at rocky who was doing the most, "what is y'all laughing about..okay."

you puckered your lips at the sound of rocky nearly wheezing all his breath out, holding back your laughs from how ridiculous he sounded. as rocky began to catch his breathe, zaire wiping his tears from laughing so much, rocky leaned his head forward so he could be looking at you.

"can we come too," his voice was shaky so he wouldn't laugh again. you looked at connie to see if it was alright and all he did was shrug, indicating that he didn't really care. you looked back at rocky with a smile on your face and nodded.

"would your pops be okay with it though? hanging out with us," connie contemplated, knowing that it was probably a good idea for one of your parents to at least know who you're going out with. connie already knew about you sneaking behind your parents back to come to south central, so it made him question even more.

"ion care about what that old man gotta say nor do i care about what he thinks," you stated, thinking nonchalantly about the consequences of your dad finding out, "yolo though, cause i'mma have fun!" you pointed your finger in the air and bobbed your head as you said excitedly.

"that yolo shit finna be n-l-a-m," connie said the letters and scoffed, resting his chin on his hand as he watched your smiley face shift to your top lip curling up and your brows furrowing.

"n-l-a-m? what does that mean?"

"not living any more," connie stuck up 4 fingers to allude to the abbreviations he randomly created. you sucked your teeth and waved him off, ignoring his chuckles that escaped his lips.

✩ 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 ✩