𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄
✩ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?, 𝐞𝐩 𝟗

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇, 𝐂𝐀
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𝟾:𝟶𝟶 ᴘᴍ

𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖

✰... ❝ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓!?❞ you, including connie and zaire, all said in sync with your voices rising. rocky hushed you three loudly, his finger resting on his lips to quiet you all down.

you've been out with connie and his friends since 4 and you weren't even close to being ready to go back home, you were having too much fun with them honestly. now the four of you were sitting together at one of the tables that was near the bowling area, away from the loud music of the skating rink.

rocky was pacing back and forth with his hand laced behind his head, you sat in the middle of zaire and connie and eating the shared tray of fries and chicken tenders. zaire was getting all the dipping sauce, you had to swat his hands a couple times for him to cool it with the dipping sauce.

"damn...momma latoya finna be a grandmaaa!" zaire chimed, tryna boost the mood up but failing since he only received cold daggered glares from rocky.

"no..she's not cause the baby ain't mine!" rocky was chuckling hysterically, it was scary. he was panicking, overthinking almost. rocky pulled his fitted cap off to toss it on the table to run his fingers through his black hair.

"then who's is it? you the only person tyra's messing with you dummy," connie squared his shoulders and stretched his arms back, tossing a fry into his mouth. rocky stopped walking and turned his body to look at connie, wagging his finger at him while poking his inner cheek.

"mm mm, that sonofabitch lemar! tyra told me she's been out with someone named lemar. telling me that he's just a friend, somebody told me they caught them kissin' in the parking lot," rocky was snapping his fingers as if he connected the dots.

"ain't that what you told tyra about shelby?" zaire squinted his eyes at rocky, who wasn't making any sense. don't get all hypocritical rocky when you're sneaking around with shelby like tyra is with lemar, "nah bro, cause whatever you got going on with tyra is so confusing?" zaire whispered against his fry before biting down on it.

"speaking of shelby, does she know?" connie added on. you stayed quiet to listen to the conversation while eating your fries and sipping on the soda that connie bought for you.

"wait, shelby rose? she's my chemistry partner!" you ended up butting in the conversation to say your piece just so zaire can chuckle softly at how excited you sounded to finally have something to say.

"HEEEEELL NAH!" rocky made his voice high pitched, waving his hands in the air that connie must've been out of his mind if he thought he told shelby. connie raised his hands in the air in defense once rocky starts spewing cusses and 'you dummy' comments at him, "bitch, you tryna attend my funeral? homie tryna have me 6 feet under, you crazy!? yo' ass tweakin dawg!"

rocky's words to connie became a blur once you turned your head to look at zaire, "uncle zay zay," you whispered in zaire's ear and flicked his shoulder playfully with your finger. zaire pursed his lips and looked you up and down, raising his eyebrows at the way you whispered 'uncle zay zay' all soft and slow. him mouthing 'stop playing y/n' made you giggle at the wrong time cause when you looked up, rocky was curled up in a ball on the ground and rocking back and forth.

"why's he doing that?" you whispered to connie while pointing at rocky. his head was buried in his knees, his long black hair making his face all covered up so it wasn't visible. he was just yelling at connie now look at him...curled up in a ball to drown in his sorrows.

"he just remembered that his mom told him if he got a girl pregnant, not only is he getting his ass beat but he getting kicked out the house," connie licked his fingers after finishing explaining. your hand flew in front of your mouth that rocky was really in deep shit!

"oh no...wait for real!?"

"nah, momma latoya helping him out for sure but she ain't gon' be too happy. ion know but his old man though," connie winced at the thought of rocky's dad, kenneth, finding out about rocky getting a girl pregnant. connie took your cup of soda and lifted the cap from it to take a sip instead of using your straw. you didn't know too much about rocky's family life but you did know that kenneth wasn't such a nice man.

"so..what do we now? we have to help tyra too," you glanced at connie and zaire, furrowing your eyebrows when they looked at you like you were insane in the head.

"WE!? WHO'S WE?" connie and zaire said at the same time before scoffing and turning their heads away from you, "there ain't no we when it comes to tyra's crazy ass! i told this nigga to be careful when he around tyra but naaaah, he got her loco ass pregnant!" zaire was darting his words at rocky who was slowly raising a middle finger at zaire and mumbling "shut up' under his breath.

"zaire stop. crazy or not, she probably doesn't have any support. what if her parents kick her out? hm?" you cocked your head to the side, your braids sliding down on your back. you knew a lot about teen pregnancy from reading articles and studying since it was your dream to work as a obstetrician. though teen pregnancy was hard for others, you still tried your best unlike others to understand the young mothers.

"well that sounds like a rocky, tyra and shit, even a lemar problem," connie listed with his three fingers, zaire humming and snapping his fingers that what connie was saying was true, to them at least. you rolled your eyes of disagreeing with your friends. whether you knew tyra or not, you knew that she'd need emotional, mental and physical support.

in the corner of your eye, you caught rocky rising up from the ground and clapping as if he won something. when really, he thought of something that only he thought would make his rocky situation more lighter.

"i ain't the father. wanna know how i know?" rocky paused and looked at you, connie and zaire and waited for you all to answer him. connie and zaire obviously didn't care since they were too focused on eating. you being the only one engaged, you nodded your head and patted the table for him to sit across from you.

rocky took his seat across from you and propped his elbows up on the table, "aight i know tyra's cycle in the back of my head. i'm assuming she missed her period last week. i had sex with her let's say...4 days ago-"

connie almost choked on his chicken tender when he heard rocky before interrupting him, "you think?"

"4 days? 4 days ago we was at school...and you had to stay after school for basketball try outs, rocky" zaire said right after, you shushed them both so rocky can continued speaking.

"yes? problem? it was a quickie in my car at the parking lot. now, i know about lemar and she ain't too slick about it. i'm telling y'all right now, i haven't stuck my buddy in that girl in 2 months! so what a shawty like tyra do when she doesn't get her daily dick?"

connie and zaire looked at each other before looking at you with a nod, "find a new one," the three of you said together.

"eeeeeexactly!" rocky drawled with a little chime in his voice. he clasped his hands together to continue explaining, "now bam, she prolly goes raw with lemar cause she was that needy. bada bing, bada boom, 2 months later, i hit that. now she then thinks to herself 'rockenzly prolly the father!' cause i was the last person that she thought she slept with!"

once rocky was done breaking down everything, zaire had his eyes narrowed at rocky as if every single word he said went through one ear and out the other, connie just sitting there and just shaking his head cause what kind of breakdown was det?. rocky looked proud of his analysis, he looked at you like he was waiting for your input.

you gently placed your nail on your tooth to bite down on it before you pointed your acrylic at his face, "your name is rockenzly?" you said surprisingly whilst cocking your head to the side.

"y/n!?" rocky threw his hands up in the air, shaking his head that you really didn't hear a thing he said beside rockenzly being the only thing that caught your attention.

"okay, okay. i mean, i guess? ion know shit about yo' sex life...unless i can be apart of it?" you jokingly wiggled your eyebrows and erupted in giggles when you caught a glimpse of connie slowly lifting his head to side eye you. rocky shook his head and chuckled at your comment, "aight lemme not. just go on maury or something ion know," your shoulders rose up and slumped after you shrugged them.

that's when a lightbulb flickered on mentally for rocky, "y/n, i love you! maury, yes!" rocky sprung out of his seat and cupped your cheeks to plant a kiss on your forehead. he backed away from the table and grabbed his fitted cap before telling you three that he'll see tomorrow. rocky lived in long beach, deep in the hood so he'd probably have shelby drop him off.

"did he just kiss your big ass forehead?" connie slowly chewed the last bits of fries he tossed into his mouth, eyeing you up and down and mugging you at how bubbly you were over that kiss. you rolled your eyes and stuck your hand in his face to dismiss him.

"boy bye," you kept your hand in his face and moved it away to snatch your cup of soda back but gasped sharply that he drank it all.

"now i see where paris gets her attitude from. tell me boy bye again. that's why all yo' soda gone," connie bounced his leg as he grinned at you, chopping on his last chicken tender. you glared at connie and faked throwing the ice on him knowing that if you did throw the ice on him, he'd probably throw you over his shoulder and spin you around on his skates til you got dizzy.

"wait a damn minute cuh," zaire dragged out his sentence with a high pitch of his voice and waved his hand out so he could take a step back and rewind, "please don't tell me rocky ain't gon try and get him and tyra on fucking maury!?" you and connie exchanged the same 'aw shit' facial expression. connie being rocky's friend for the longest, there's no going back now. rocky wants something? he gon get it.

✩✩✩

✰...𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 back to your house took longer than it should since zaire wanted to go home real badly. his stomach was hurting from all the slushees he drank, his stomach probably had a bad reaction to it. it was only 10:24, almost the time that connie promised your mom to have you home by.

you stared out the window, counting the number of street lights connie drove by to yourself until you made it to the familiar street that he turned into. the silence that lingered, was a comfortable silence. the type of silence that was okay to be in after hanging out all day. the time to take a moment to listen to each other breathe.

you didn't need to necessarily press the door bell and have cassandra, the lady that controlled who comes through the gates, ask who you were. you had a gate opener button on your key chain that you could just press to drive through the gates. connie parked in your driveway, not so close to your front door.

"so, when are you gonna take me to your house?" you blurted out when you unbuckled your seatbelts. connie knitted his eyebrows at your question and raised his hand up, gesturing for you to slow down, "woah woah woah, my house? nuh uh," he shook his head and chuckled lowly to himself.

"why not? i took you to mine?" you adjusted your position on your seat to have your arms hugging your knees. connie propped his elbow up on the arm rest and stroked his invisible beard while looking at you.

"you didn't technically take me to your house. i drove here myself to pick you up. i just, i don't know, happened to walk inside and...walk into your luxurious bedroom," he wiggled his fingers as he emphasized "luxurious", making a dazzled effect on it.

you batted your eyes at him without having any other response to give him. you wanted to get to know connie more, maybe wanting to go to his house was a bit too fast. besides, there was other options to get to know him without needing to go to his home. at a slow pace you put your feet down to grab your purse before flipping your braids behind your back to look at connie.

"i liked today connie. maybe we can hit it off again? for real this time," you said the last part lowly to yourself. connie nibbled on his bottom lip as he watched your lashes flutter down to look at your nails that you were starting to look at.

"me too," he whispered loud enough for you to hear. your eyes flickered up so you could look at him through your lashes, the corner of your lips curving up to a bashful smile. the tension was there. the hesitation of wanting to just lean was fading. he was right there. you were right there. a perfect moment.

your eyes batted down to his lips as you leaned in, connie slowly tilting his head to the side while fixating his eyes on your glossed lips that were needed to be kissed on. when you thought connie would rise his hand to cup your cheek, instead it went to the back of your neck so he could gently push you down as if he was trying to hide you.

"sh sh, get down," connie hushed you with his whispers and took off his fitted cap to use it to hide your face. your dad came home around 12 every night but you remembered that today was saturday, he came home 2 hours earlier than usual. you whispered 'shit' and held your breath when you felt a knuckle knocking hardly against the window.

connie waved at your dad from inside the car and lowered the window down, "uh hey there," connie bobbed his head and waved his hand again, this time more firm but awkwardly. your dad was a tall, buff man. often mistaken to be a workout trainer when really he just liked working out a lot in his late 20s. almost 18 years later and his muscles just grew and grew.

"who are you and why're you in my driveway?" his deep, hoarse voice almost startled connie. your dad could start a whole earthquake if he whispered to the concrete. connie didn't prep a lie to tell yet, he slowly parted his lips to say something but yet again, no lies processed in his mind yet.

"uh..um," connie mumbled, scratching the temple cluelessly, "well your daughter attends the same class period as me and she uh," connie slowly reaches his hand to your bag, his fingers grazing against your bare thigh as he tried to reach in your bag to grab anything, your phone at least.

you bit down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting out a giggle at connie touching you, which he did by accident. accident or not, you couldn't help but do a dancey dance in your brain that he actually made that kind of physical touch with you.

"dammit y/n," connie mumbled extremely lowly and thought to himself that he was probably a creep. he didn't mean to touch you, he just needed to grab your phone from your bag to use for a lie. it took everything in him to not yank your purse from your hand when he realized you were purposely moving it around so he can move his hand lower underneath your skirt.

"sorry...it was just here," connie told your dad who was still waiting for a reason on why connie was here. connie leaned closer to where you sat to see better to grab your purse while keeping his eyes on your dad at the same time. you were gonna get the both of y'all caught if you didn't quit it, he thought to himself.

you let out a fake, sensual gasp after feeling connie rub your inner thigh by accident, which made connie make an 'o' shape with his mouth, praying your dad didn't hear that. you covered your mouth so you wouldn't let out your laugh, knowing that connie's heart was beating out of his chest.

connie finally got your phone, brushed his hand against your thigh again to pull back and gulped, "she forgot her phone on her desk...can you give it to her? i mean, you can because you...live with her," connie's words began to fade as he waved your pink bedazzled cell phone at the window for your dad to take.

"and you waited til 10 at night to give it to her why?" your dad slowly took your cell phone from connie's hand with suspicion. connie clicked his tongue and shrugged, not knowing how to answer your dad's question with that one, "no idea but um..you have a good night now!" connie waved at your dad and pulled up the windows.

your dad, who was already concerned, shook his head and turned around to walk to the front door. connie leaning his head forward to see if your dad walked inside already, grabbed his fitted cap back when your dad disappeared inside.

"ay dios mio, you badass chica! you tryna get us in trouble? you gotta go inside now!" connie tapped your shoulder and he was right. your dad would probably start marching up the stairs to walk into your bedroom. but you had your own plans to make it seem like you were home already.

"just 2 more minutes with you," you helped yourself sit up in your seat so your back could be pressed a bit on the door. connie looked at you, not saying anything about you wanting to stay a few more minutes. you propped your elbow on the arm rest and rested your chin on your hand as you smiled at connie.

"first off, thank you for the save," you stuck up one finger, connie responding with a you're welcome. then you stuck up the second finger, connie rolling his eyes once he heard what the second thing you had to say was, "two, you sure that lil touchy touch was an accident? cause shiiii," you moved your puckered glossed lips to the side.

"nah nah, take yo ass to bed and let's not bring that up, kay? get outta my car," connie was basically shooing you with a few waves of his hands. you pushed his hands away and mugged him, pulling the handle of his car door. connie was still waving you away even with him in the car.

"g'night!" you winked at him and blew him an air kiss, you gasped quietly as you jokingly felt hurt seeing him swat the air kiss away. just from outside the car, you squinted your eyes at connie and seen him throw his head back with him biting his fist as he laughed at your reaction.

connie licked his lips and put the windows down before leaning over the passenger seat to see you better. his dimples deepened as he smiled with one cheek lifting, his eyes nearly closing from being tired a bit. you rested your arms on the window to have it dangling inside the car. connie flickered his eyes from your lips and back up to your eyes to simply end as what you'd like to call it, your "date night".

"sleep tight beverly hills. veré tu cara bonita mañana." (i'll see your pretty face tomorrow)

"i heard bonita! connie, what'd you say!?" you leaned closer through the window so half your upper body would be inside his car while the rest of your body was out. connie snorted at your eagerness of you wanting him to translate.

"nah i think i'd like to keep it to myself."

✩ 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 ✩