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ANYWAYYSSSS ON TO JUKE JAM

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐀𝐓𝐋 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡.
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟖:𝟏𝟓 𝐚.𝐦.

"And that concludes Armin and Jean's argument. Springer and (y/n), your final argument, please."

You took a deep breath and allowed Connie to speak first since you said the pretty much everything else in the debate. Plus you wouldn't get full points if he didn't talk so, you had to do what you had to do.  "We said before that sex work is empowering to women and all that. But here's the thing. Having sex in itself can be hella dangerous on its own-"

"Can we refrain from the word 'hella'," your professor says, interrupting C's flow.

"You right. It can be hecka dangerous on its own. And some of these sex workers can have up to ten partners per night. Maybe more. Not only can it expose them to infection, like my lovely partner mentioned earlier, but if these men could do Lord knows what to them. And if it's not legal, how the hell-"

You cut C off once again by nudging him in his arm. "Oh shit. My bad, teach. How the heck are they going to be able to tell anyone that they fear for their safety without getting in trouble themselves ? I'll tell you, they won't. And on top of that, in the UK, laws were put in place to take away the rights for sex workers to work together in one building. Pretty fuck- I mean messed up if you ask me. By decriminalizing sex work, sex workers will be way safer and able to make that money on their own terms. So, free the puss 2022."

You face palmed because up until the last point, he was doing so good. But you couldn't lie a lot of the class looked as though they were convinced by your argument. "Alright..that seems like all the time we have for today so let's give it up for both teams," your teacher said before going back to their desk. "The results of all the round will be posted on our discussion board. Those who win will go on to compete against the final teams. Have a nice rest of your day and a good weekend, everyone." With that, the bell rung. You got your things and began walking out of class but of course not to long after, C's hand found its way to your waist.

"Unt un. Arm up," you say keeping your tone stern and focus straight ahead. "Free the puss. Really C ?"

"Yeah, you like it ? I came up with it last minute."

"No kidding."

"Well everyone looked convinced didn't they ?" You stayed quiet, especially because he was right. "Exactly but on another note, you know you look extremely beautiful when you debate ?" he asked, obliging to your wishes and putting his arm around your shoulders.

"You didn't look half bad up there either," you joke.

"Is that so ?"

"Mhm."

"So you think I should join the debate team ?"

"Cursing like that ? I'll have to get back to you on that," you reply stopping and opening up your locker, the door going in front of him so that he couldn't see you. You put a few things away while also grabbing a snack since today you had second period off. And instead of goin home, you were going to go help out Zen in the library for the next few periods. Alongside JuJu of course. He actually did have class second period and was supposed to come help out in the library during third but Zen signed him a pass.

C was tired of not being able to see your face, so he closed your locker for you and leaned against it, that way you didn't try to open it back up. "Maybe you can help me practice," he swooned, not even trying to hide the fact that his eyes were going all over your body.

You shrug. "Maybe. Maybe not."

"Are you gonna be busy later today ?"

"Um I'm-"

"Yo C ! Can I get some stars off you-" A random kid with a football varsity jacket interrupted your conversation, pretty much pushing you from in front of C and almost knocking you over.

C's hand quickly made it to the boy's chest, pushing him back. "Woah bro. You can't see I'm talking right now ?"

"Yeah but she can wait right ?" the boy said, stepping back to the spot C pushed him out of. "You wouldn't want anyone to find out about what you do right ?"

"Is that supposed to be some type of threat, bitch ?"

You didn't realize how quick C could be to get angry but now that you did see it, you had mixed feelings. On one hand, you couldn't lie, he looked good when he was mad. His eyes lower and his face, that a few seconds ago had a smile, became stoic. However, his sudden anger reminded you of how Nicky used to be before he got arrested. Loud, angry, and wrong. So did you want any parts in this ? No, not really.

"C, can we just go ?" You say taking his hand, so that he wouldn't get into any trouble. At least not during the first week of school. C's eyes stayed on the boy but reluctantly, he ended up following behind you.

"Yeah listen to your bitch !"

It's crazy how only five words could reignite a conflict in the matter of seconds. Your grip on C was pretty tight but somehow, he snatched his hand away and went back to the boy, landing one heavy punch that made a smacking sound through the hallway. Everyone stopped what they were doing to see, and C was on top of the poor kid, landing punch after punch. "Damn !" someone screamed, recording on their smartphone.

"Bitch if you don't back up !" you hear Bryson's voice come up behind you, slightly pulling you away from the scuffle. Security, then came to break up the fight. They struggled for a while with C, who was being extremely stubborn but eventually the fight came to an end.

"Alright people. Nothing to see here. Keep it moving !" one of the security guards yelled, causing for the regular hallway traffic to commence. As they began walking C to the office, they had both of his hands behind his back. C, now with a scratch along his eyebrow and the corner of his lip, looked at you as he was walking away. And instead of having a face of guilt, he smiled, silently saying to you, 'Well what did you expect ?'

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐀𝐓𝐋 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡.
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟔:𝟎𝟎 𝐩.𝐦.

You were used to having eyes on you but today was to the extreme. Since you were with there when the fight with C happened, everyone pretty much speculated that it went down because of you. Which was true to a certain point but would you tell random people that ? Fuck no.

School had soon ended and you did not hear a word from C, that is until you were settled in JuJu's backseat. You, JuJu, and Bryson were going to stop at your house to get ready before going to the Juke. Today was the kick off of the weekend plans you had in store for Nicky's welcome home. And via his request, C was allowed to attend all of them. Which is what you were going to tell him if he didn't get all Street Fighter in the hallway earlier. Didn't matter though, a simple text could do some good.

𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐛𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐟

sorry for not texting back earlier
had my hands tied with yk

it's fine
how did everything go ?

detention after school for three days

really ? no suspension ??

nope.

oh that's wsp!
but anyways

anyways ?

tryna come to Nicky's welcome home weekend ?
tonight is a party at the juke
& tmrw we're having a sleepover at my house

sure I'll be at both
is it okay with Nick ?

yuppp

what about onyakapon

it's not his weekend
so it doesn't matter

yeah but still

yEaH bUt StIlL
man shut it up

.....
I'll see you tn
what time ?

it starts at 6 :)

"Hello (y/n) ! If you want this done stop texting your boyfriend !" JuJu called, tossing an apron to you so you could go into the back and help Mr. Nelson with prepping enough food for damn near the whole of Atlanta.

You suck your teeth as you snatch the apron mid air. "He's not my boyfriend," you mumble, slipping your head through the apron and walking back to the kitchen. Already Mr. Nelson had a bunch of cheese pizzas laid out on one counter. There were different toppings so that you could make different types of pizzas for everyone coming. On top of that he had a variety of different snacks for you to organize onto trays and containers.

Upon your arrival in the kitchen, you heard Mr.Nelson laugh. "What's so funny ?" you question 

"Nothing," he responded trying to make his chuckles quieter. He walks over to another counter in the kitchen, where he would make other things like specialty flavor slushies to hand out to everyone and jello-shots for the adults (and of course your friend group if you were sneaky enough to not get him in trouble).

You began to wash your hands and put on a pair of gloves so that you could safely put the toppings on each pizza. As you were spreading pepperonis onto a meat-lovers pizza. That's when your eyes spotted a poster on the wall, well what was left of one. The poster was for skating lessons that were supposed to start that weekend.  "Hey Mr. Nelson ?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That poster. I didn't know you were having skating lessons."

He looked over to the poster remains and sighed. "We were but I couldn't find a teacher. Too bad though, a lot of the youngins were disappointed."

Your jaw dropped in utter disbelief that he didn't ask you for help, especially since you've been skating at the Juke since you were five and (not to toot your own horn) you were pretty damn good at it. "Now Mr.Nelson."

"Hm ?"

"Why didn't you ask me ?"

"Because you have your own life-"

"I'll do it. With whatever you're willing to pay me. Even if it's nothing !"

He was touched by your generosity but not shocked. Gestures like this were normal for you. "Nothing ? Nawl, girl. I couldn't pay you nothing. How about, fourteen an hour ?"

"Fourteen ?! No offense but is the Juke making enough money for that ?" you ask. You and him both knew that the Juke could go down the drain with one wrong financial move, especially with all the suburban fat cats moving in and trying to buy more property in the ghettos, for whatever reason.

"The lessons should make up for it. Their parents pay good every week so that's the most I could give you."

"It's perfect. When's the first lesson ?"

"Tomorrow."

You agreed to be there, bright and early at eight o'clock in the morning the next day. Would you regret waking up that early ? Maybe but you wanted to do whatever you could to help.

The two of you soon finished your work in the kitchen, just as the rest of your friends arrived. Mikasa, Armin and Jean helped you carry the food to the tables, while Eren, Sasha, and C helped JuJu and Bryson finish up the decorations and get the speakers set up.

When you were all done, the doors opened and there were already people flooding into the building, giving five dollars to a random kid C hired at the door. At first, you were skeptical on letting someone you barely knew handle the money but C assured you it would be fine. Plus nobody was dumb enough to cross him. Of course Mr. Nelson didn't know anything about this but all the money was going to him. So think of it as two surprises for two special people in one night.

Eren set up the playlist, that of course you and JuJu helped him assemble, and played it throughout the skating rink. Everyone was lining up to get their skates on while you and your friends occupied your usual table. It was now 6:10 and your brother would be there in any second with Onyakapon. You highly doubted he would do anything dumb with C but still, you and him haven't talked since the dinner.

Somehow someway, C managed to sneak his way next to you, his arm reaching across your shoulder. "What's up guys ?" he greeted, since he was the last one at the table.

"No sir we have a bone to pick with you," Bryson mugged him as him and JuJu crossed their arms.

Here they go, you thought to yourself.

"What I do this time ?" C asked, his eyebrows raising and his mouth betraying him by letting out a chuckle.

"Oh you think shit funny ?" Bryson's voice raised in pitch.

"Ain't shit funny," JuJu said.

"Yeah white boy !" Jean called from across the table, earning a dirty look from JuJu, Bryson, and C. He cleared his throat. "Sorry."

"Anyways.." Bryson continued.

"You got into a fight with our girl less then ten feet away from you ? Now what if one of you barbarian ass niggas hit her in her beautiful face ?" JuJu scolded.

"That's the damn moneymaker !" Bryson added.

"I would make sure that wouldn't happen-"

"Yeah but it could've," JuJu interrupted. Jean snorted from trying to keep his laugh in but ended up earning another dirty look but this time only from the duo.

"My bad," Jean spoke softly.

"I apologize and it will not happen again," C spoke calmly.

"It better not. Or we're pressing charges," Bryson responded.

"Wit' yall ghetto asses," JuJu added so that he could get the last word.

"He's here !" Mr.Nelson called from the door. You and your friends went to the door so that you guys were the first people he saw as he walked in.

Everyone cheered as he walked in, different sentiments. "We missed you !" and "Welcome home" filled the room before the crowd soon dispersed as everyone continued to do what they were doing before his entry, leaving the two boys with your friends.

"Oh ! Me, JuJu, and Bryson got one more thing for you," you said. You skated to your table and back to Nicky with a big blue bag with a big box on the inside. "Here open it."

Nicky took the box out of the bag and since it looked like a shoebox, he got giddy, thinking that you got him a new pair of Jordans. Instead, it was a pair of skates to match JuJu, Bryson, and your skates. However the lightning bolts on the side were green, his favorite color. "Oh shit, check me out !" Nicky exclaimed, not waiting to flip his shoes off to put the skates on.

"Damn put the dogs away," Bryson laughed.

"They're barking dude," Eren added.

"Maybe if you're nice, you can lick them, " Nicky says, poorly attempting to raise his leg into the air.

"Nah what ?" Onyakapon exclaimed, surprised that that even came out of Nicky's mouth.

"Anyways, Imma go skate now.." Mikasa said, grabbing JuJu by his hand to lead him away.

Everyone soon followed except for you and C. You wanted to talk to him for a bit before joining your friends on the floor. "You don't wanna go skate ?" C asked, looking over at you as the two of you skated over to your table. He sat down and began tying up his loose skates.

"You standing here like me. Don't you wanna skate ?" you asked.

"Touché."

"Did you get hurt earlier ?" you asked.

He sucked his teeth and scoffed. Seeming offended you would even ask something like that. "He punches like a bitch but he did scratch me for some reason," he said, pulling up his sleeve to reveal a nasty scratch on his shoulder.  "Doesn't matter though. Thanks for the concern, Princess."

"Did you even try to disinfect that ?" you asked, being that the cut was open.

"Uh. I ran water over it."

"You ran water over it," you reiterated slowly, hoping that he was just joking. A moment of silence went by before you realized he was being dead serious. "Okay. Mr. Nelson should have a first-aid kit or something."

"I don't need it. It'll heal up."

"It's going to get infected, dummy." You grab his hand before he can say anything else and led him to the back of the kitchen, where Mr.Nelson's small office was. You rummaged through one of the shelves until you found a small first aid kit. You took out some rubbing alcohol, Neosporin, and a wrap-around bandage.

"Okay you're gonna hate me but I need to put this on and it's gonna sting."

"No fuckin' way (y/n)."

"Watch the attitude before I give your ass another cut," you say, already starting to put the liquid onto one of the cotton pads. The two of you knew that you didn't have it in your heart to do that so he took it with a grain of salt but also was quick to get rid of the attitude. "Okay 1..2..3." You applied the pad onto the wound and dabbed around it, trying to clean as much of it as you could. He winced and squirmed, while keeping his eyes pinched shut. "You big baby," you teased.

After, you applied some of the Neosporin you had. Then you began to wrap his arm. You took your time, making sure that it wouldn't be uncomfortable for him but still looked neat. "There you go," you say.

"You sure you don't wanna be a nurse ?" C smiles, looking down at the bandage on his arm.

"I'm sure," you laugh. "My mom's a nurse though."

"Where does she work ?"

"Piedmont hospital and when she has free days during the week, she has a client she helps to take care of. Very sweet lady."

C nods his head, impressed that your mom was such a busy woman. "Okay," you say. "I wanna skate now."

C followed you out of the room back to where everyone else was. You were just about to go to the floor until you bumped into someone. "(y/n) ? What's up !" It was Zen ! JuJu and you had mentioned the party, by accident on purpose in front of him, just to make it easier for JuJu to invite him.

"Hi Zen ! Thanks for coming," you smile giving him a tight hug.

"Hey Zen. I'm C." C said with a straight face.

Now here he goes, you think to yourself.

"Oh. I'm Zen, a friend of JuJu and (y/n)'s.." he answered nonchalantly.

"Anyways. Did you get something to eat ?" you ask.

"Nah but maybe later. Do you know where JuJu is ?"

You slyly smirk. "Yeah, he's out on the floor. We were actually about to head out there."

"Oh okay !"

The three of you skated along, Zen skating ahead of the two of you as he was pretty hyped to see JuJu. "Wait so he likes bo-" C asked.

"Mhm. See what happens when you assume everything ?" you answer.

"Damn. My bad."

You nodded, silently telling him that it was no harm done. Plus Zen kind of made the connection so he didn't pay him much mind. "Yo girl. I just told them to put our song on." Bryson came up behind you, slightly making a wedge between you and C.

"Oh shit here I come," you say grabbing his hand before looking back at C. "I'll be right back okay ?"

"Yeah. Just save me a dance," he smiles.

You smile back and began to skate off with Bryson to get JuJu. C stayed back watching as the three of you got ready to dance. He spotted your brother was at the snack stand with Sasha, holding an extra plate for her. C was a little distracted by the interaction so he didn't notice Jean, Eren, and Armin creep up behind him. "So. You went to the back with (y/n) ?" Eren smirked, putting one arm over C's shoulder. He wiggles his well-kept eyebrows up and down.

C slapped his arm off of him. "She wanted to give me a bandage for this fuckin' scratch."

"I can't believe that guy scratched you," Jean laughed, poking at his bandaged arm.

"Oh so she wanted to do the nurse and patient role play or something ?" Eren teased.

C gave him a deadpan expression. "Eren I'm gonna slap the shit out of you."

"Sorry."

"Where's (y/n) now ? Weren't you guys together just now ?" Armin asked.

All C did was point, his direction being drawn back to you. You were dancing with JuJu and Bryson, shaking and whining one of his favorite parts of your body to watch. Say Aaah by Trey Songs (fuck Trey Songs btw) was playing through the speakers at the Juke. The song just started and you had all the energy in the world. JuJu and Bryson were backing you up and you even got Mikasa to dance with you a little. And all the while C was staring at you from a distance. "Don't be scared, man. Go dance with her," Armin whispered.

"I'm not scared," C responded, smugly.

"Oh yeah ? Then why aren't you trying to skate up ?" Jean asked.

"Because.. because uh I don't want to mess up her flow."

"You think you could mess up her flow ?" Eren exchanged looks with Jean and Armin before they reached a telepathic decision.

The three of them pulled a JuJu and Bryson, pushing C so that he bumped into you, almost knocking you off balance. You turned around in shock as Bryson and JuJu watched. "Oh shit. So sorry. They pushed-"

"If you wanted to be closer to me that's all you had to say," you smiled at C before grabbing his hands, him being behind you as you continued to dance. You were facing forward so you didn't see him as he looked behind him to flip off his friends. C leaned closer to your right ear. "You've been so nice recently, Princess. Can I ask why ?"

"Because you might not be as bad as I thought you were," you respond. " I mean sure, you're like a bad ass little kid but-" you pause to shrug, "you're fun to be around."

"Is that so ?"

You nodded. "And I guess I'm not the stuck up bitch you thought I was."

C let out a hearty chuckle. "Far from. Way more fun than I expected you to be."

You smoothly turned around so that you could face him and continue your conversation. Again, he would act as your eyes but it was going to be hard for him since he was so caught on looking you in your eyes. Regardless though, you being backwards didn't stop you from shaking what your mother gave you. "You know I want to see more of you," he finally got his mouth to speak. Especially since it seems like recently, the cat would always catch C's tongue whenever he was around you.

"Well we have classes together," you reply.

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah but I want to see the Princess outside of school. I wanna know more of the real you."

"The real me ?"

"Mhm."

"And tell me C what do you think 'the real me' is ?"

"I mean I don't know for sure yet but maybe you're hiding more surprises about yourself. And I wanna know all of them."

You look down at your skates, laughing at the fact that the boy you painted to be a playboy was telling you that he wanted to get to know you more. "How many other girls have you told this C ?"

"Honestly..... Just you."

"Just little ole' me ?"

"Of course. Are you kidding ? You're really special (y/n)." In that moment, it was like no one else was in the rink. And if he wasn't a little scared, he would've leaned in to kiss you right then and there.

"Well I wouldn't mind spending more time with you either," you say, still maintaining your balance though you were skating backwards.

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah."

"Can I be honest about something else ?" he asked. You nodded. "I think I might sorta kinda like you."

Your jaw dropped in surprise. Wait. Actually you weren't that surprised. It was kinda obvious that the two of you had something between you. But never in a million years did you think that he was going to actually have a crush on you, let alone admit it. "Nuh uh. You tryna play me or somethin' ?" you ask, nervously giggling.

He giggled as well. "Nah I'm being dead serious."

"I might. MIGHT. Like your bad influence ass too." He laughed looking down at his skates because of your response.

"So what, we dating now ?"

"Woah there. Let's just say we're talking for right now."

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐀𝐓𝐋 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡.
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏𝟎:𝟎𝟎 𝐩.𝐦.

The party soon ended and everyone cleared out, leaving your friends and Mr.Nelson behind to clean up. Once you guys were finished that, you all gave Mr.Nelson the money you raised that night before heading out to your cars. Everyone for tonight would go home but the next day would see each other again for the sleepover.

But something about this sleepover, would change the course of the story from here on out.