𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑
𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐂'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐀𝐓𝐋 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡.
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟓:𝟒𝟕 𝐩.𝐦.

The next day you, JuJu, and Bryson spent time getting supplies for school that would be starting next week, on Monday. And that whole day, they were bugging you about going to C's party. In fact, it almost got you caught up with your uncle and father. Kinda.

"(y/n) it's just a party. We used to go all the time," JuJu whispered yelled.

"Party ? I didn't know you guys were going to one soon." You jumped at hearing your dad's voice come up behind the both of you.

You slowly turned around. "Hiii daddy," you say shooting him an innocent smile.

"Hi (y/n). Hi JuJu and Bryson. You guys have plans on Friday ?"

"N-"

"Yes ! We do Mr. Smith," Bryson interrupted.

"Who's throwing this party ?" your uncle interrogated.

"Some boy named-" As you went to go answer honestly, you felt Bryson pinch your side. "Ow !"

"His name is B. He's a classmate of ours and a real hoot !" Hoot ? Bryson has never, and I mean never, said something like that a day in his life. So it made you wonder a bit why he was acting so weird about telling your dad and uncle his name.

It's not like they would try to find it and crash it. Actually, your uncle would probably try convincing your dad to but even if he did agree to something, they would only drive past it one or two times.

Apparently Erwin must've found something strange about your friend's choice of words as well. He exchanged a quick look with Levi before speaking. "Why don't you guys sit down ? It's been a while since we caught up."

Immediately, you knew that they were going to try one of their interrogation tactics. They did them every time they felt you guys were up to no good. But the three of you couldn't back out now. You, Bryson, and JuJu took a seat at your kitchen's marble island. Your dad stood in front of you guys, on the other side and Levi paced back in forth behind ya'll.

"So this.. party the three of you speak of. Who did you say was throwing it-" Bryson, once again tried to answer for you but your dad quickly cut him off. "No no. (y/n) how about you answer ?"

You gulped. "Some kid named.. B."

"And who is B to you ?"

"A mutual friend."

"Where's he from ?"

"Atlanta."

The sound of the door closing, interrupted any further questions. "Hello ? Is anyone home ?"

It was your mom. She was a dark hazelnut skinned woman from the Dominican Republic. Her curly hair reached down to her mid-back. She was gorgeous and equally smart too, given the fact that she was a doctor. With that being said, it was a tad bit surprising to see her home this early.

She walked into the kitchen to see the three of you sitting at the counter, with Levi still pacing behind the three of you. "Why are you two interrogating my babies ? Mis pobrecitos." (Mis pobrecitos is kinda like my poor babies.)

"Michelle ! Welcome hom-" Your dad went to go greet her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't Michelle me. Why do you and Rumplestilskin have them sitting at this damn counter ?" She looked at you, JuJu, and Bryson. "Go ahead upstairs, mis amores."

The three of you nodded and ran up the stairs with quickness. As soon as you got upstairs, JuJu and Bryson plopped themselves onto your bed and went right back to bugging you about the party.

"Get outta my room," you groaned at the two boys laying on your bed.

"Girl shut up. You wanna go to the mall ? I need something for C's" Juju asked, flipping himself onto his stomach and kicking his feet up in the air.

"Same," Bryson chimed in.

"Ya'll have fun. I'm not going to that party." You plopped yourself onto your bed in a spot between Bryson and JuJu and began scrolling through your photos. Yup. You still haven't deleted the pictures of you and Porco. You should've though and you know it, especially since he probably did it already. You couldn't help but to look back at them whenever you found yourself missing him, though it would make you cry after.

Suddenly, your phone was snatched from your hands. You whipped your head around to look at the culprit. "Bryson gimme my shit bac-" You went to go reach for it but he tossed it over you to JuJu.

JuJu quickly shot up from your bed and sprinted across the room. "You'll get it back when you agree to go and stop looking at these funky ass pictures."

You suck your teeth, folding your arms over you chest. "They're not funky.."you mutter.

Bryson hooked his arm around your neck and put his face right next to yours. "Look (y/n) we want you to go so bad because you need to get over Porky-"

"Porco."

"Whatever but please," he said dragging out the word.

"And you got like a personal invite from C. Not just a flyer," JuJu chimed in.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to see what happens at a party like that. You sighed heavily, "Fine damn. JuJu get yo' keys."

Once you guys got to the mall, it didn't take long for the three of you to find something to wear, minus the fact that JuJu and Bryson had you in the dressing room for thirty five minutes, trying on different outfits they picked out. It also didn't take long for JuJu and Bryson to find some guys to flirt with.

You sat on your phone, going through your notifs as your friends flirted and giggled in the food court. You paused once you saw a familiar person follow you.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞.𝐂 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Not having anything else to do, you clicked onto his profile and began to examine his pictures. Okay now you were starting to see the hype. Well actually, you definitely saw it yesterday and JuJu was right he was probably the finest guy in Paradis. However, he was also a playboy who happened to be the plug. As if the playboy thing wasn't enough, if your dad found out you were going to his party, he'd lose his mind and bring him in for questioning.

Still didn't take away from how he looked. In some of his pictures, his nose piercing would switch from a silver stud to a silver hoop. Both of which, he looked amazing with. You saw that he wore fitted caps, quite a bit, and always had on two silver chains. One had something engraved in it and one was a skinny, silver cuban link.

You continued to scroll, seeing his heart tattoo under his eye in all eight pictures but you stopped once you saw something that wasn't in the rest. He might've been at a party or something in this picture. He was standing with two friends of his, who of course you knew. That wasn't the point though. The point was that he was sticking his tongue out in the picture. You looked around at your two friends sitting next to you, before zooming in to make sure your eyes weren't lying to you. Nope they weren't. You were now staring at a metallic red tongue piercing. You gulped at the sight of it. I wonder how it would feel against my-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by JuJu tapping your shoulder. "(y/n) ? Hello ?"

"Hm ?" Your head shot up as you hurriedly locked your phone and put it on your lap.

"We asked if you wanted to walk over to the movies with us. It starts in an hour but we wanna get there early,"one of the boy's new found boy toys, responded.

You quickly remembered that the mall was only across the mall's parking lot and answered. "I still wanted to look for this Fenty gloss. I'll meet you guys there though."

"You sure ? What if you get lost ?" Bryson teased.

"Boy shut up," you shoot back, squinting your eyes at him. They all began to get up and walk away. In fear that someone passing will see your screen, all you did was quickly pull it out and follow C back. Sure you might not be a fan of him but seeing that tongue piercing every now and then wouldn't hurt.

When you finished that, you figured that some boba would be good. Every time you came to the mall, you always got it. You moseyed on over to the kiosk in the middle of the food court and got your usual. As you waited, your eyes began to wander.

You scanned the food court, not really having something particular you were trying to find. While doing so, you spot two people. And they were Porco, and C, who was approaching you at the same time as the one but from a different direction. Is this some type of sick fucking joke ? ,you mentally curse yourself for not going with your friends.

Porco had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark wash jeans. "(y/n) ! Crazy seeing you here," your ex spoke. "And you're alone ?" His voice was condescending and it irritated the hell out of you

It baffled you how he was able to speak with you with such ease and torment as if he didn't put you through hell. "Nope," you replied.

"Well then where is everyone ? I haven't seen JuJu in a while. I'm sure he'll be happy to see me-"

"He'd be happy to see a brick through your windshield, actually." You cut him off. Just as Porco was about to respond, you felt an arm lay on top of your shoulders. You look to your side and see C looking straight at Porco. You mentally groan in annoyance at what exactly he was trying to pull.

"Sorry I'm late ma'," he says looking to you before returning his glare back to Porco. "Who's this ?"

Ma ? Cant lie that'll make your pu-. Never mind.

"Oh ! I'm (y/n)'s ex. I see you moved on fast as well." Porco's tone sounded a little more defeated then before and you loved every bit of it.

However, in no way, shape, or form did you feel like feeding into this. "Nope."

Just in the nick of time, your order was placed on the counter in front of you. Thank God. You quickly picked it up and took a straw before walking away, leaving the two boys to themselves. Don't get it twisted, you were a little grateful for C coming out of literally nowhere but it simply wasn't his place. Plus, you didn't like his ass, not one bit. Actually maybe a little.. or it's the piercing.

Thanks to your prolonged stop at the boba kiosk, you had time to only head to one store. You already had the outfit but it wouldn't hurt to get a few tees while you were out, besides it would all be on daddy's card, thanks to your mom.

You stopped into the mall's Hot Topic to browse the different types of graphic shirts they had. Though you were originally looking for shirts, your eyes caught a glimpse of a metallic pink rod meant for industrial piercings. Figuring you could use one to add to the collection, you picked it up and went to turn around so you could continue looking. It startled the hell out of you when you saw a six foot- two man was leaning on a display next to you.

"Are you stalking me or something ?" you snap at the boy.

"Don't flatter yourself. I needed something to switch this out with." Without further verbal explanation about what 'this' was, C stuck out his tongue, revealing the same red tongue piercing you were gawking at before.

You looked and smiled secretly at the imaginary camera before directing your attention back to him. "Switching it because your breath rubbed off on it, huh ?" you teased.

"Nope just got bored of the color." His eyes caught the shopping bags you had on your arm. "Shopping for my party, huh ?"

"Maybe."

"Oh so you are coming ! Gonna wear something tight for me ?"

You cocked your eyebrow. Before saying anything, you took a deep breath and walked away from him, continuing to go to check out. The cashier rang you up pretty quickly and you left. Somehow though, C followed you right out of the store.

"So where's JuJu and Bry ? Would've thought they'd be here," he asked, trying to keep up.

"At the movies. I'm going to go meet them there."

"We're going to the movies ? Sounds fun."

"No I'm going to the movies. You're gonna do.. I don't know— whatever one of your girlfriends ask you to do."

C held his hand up to his chest and gasped. "Is that really how you see me, boo ?" You squinted your eyes at him, once again deciding not to answer. You figured silence was enough.

You got closer and closer to the mall door. You went to go reach for it but one of C's arms quickly blocked you from doing so. With his other arm, he opened the door and stepped outside so that he was now holding it open for you.

"Thank you," you mumbled, trying to make sure he didn't hear it. But alas he did.

"No problem." The two of you continued to walk across the long parking lot until you got to the movie theater's entrance. Like he did earlier, he held the door open for you to walk in.

"So what were you guys going to see ?" C asked, finally breaking the silence though you guys already were at the place.

"The Purge movie I think," you responded, not even thinking about his motives.

Once the both of you got up to the ticket booth, you turned to look at him, slightly leaning into the counter. "Okay you can go no-"

"Two for the Purge movie, please." C's mouth was curved into a small smirk as he spoke over whatever you were about to say so that the worker could hear him.

Unbe-fucking-lievable. You quickly whipped your head back to the person at the counter. By the time you went to rebuttal, the worker had already printed and slid the two tickets underneath the glass shielding.

C handed the man his money and took the tickets into his hand, handing you one shortly after. His arm magically found its way back over your shoulder. "Do you want something to eat, boo ?"