35

"This is anti-black," Kendrick grunts as he follows you down the hall, Hakeem carrying the bags beside him.

"What Kenny said," Hakeem agreed, panting as he continued to carry the bags in his hands. After you, Hakeem, and Kendrick all left Party City, Hakeem and Kendrick ended up fighting in the street.

"Y'all embarrassed me, I ain't think y'all was finna actually square up in public...so now y'all are carrying all the bags," you tossed the house keys in the air, catching it each time.

"Are you surprised? Why is that...so surprising?" Hakeem said with a straight face. Kendrick shook his head, finally placing the bags down as he waited for you to unlock the door, which you did right after.

Hakeem speed walked into the apartment and placed the bags in the living room before walking into the kitchen. Kendrick kept the bags in his hands as he kicked off his shoes carefully to not crease them.

You tossed your shoes in the corner and walked into the living room. You picked up your laptop that you remembered leaving on the coffee table and opened it to start searching online for more birthday decorations.

Hakeem walked in the living room with a glass of iced tea in his hand and his laptop in his other.

"Hope you're getting war flashbacks Kenny," you laughed as you realized how quickly Kendrick looked away from Hakeem's glare after placing his cup on the table.

Kendrick shook his head and got up to take a seat beside Hakeem, "Is Shawn here?"

"Um he was here before I left, Ion see him right now," Hakeem shrugged as he opened the google website, "Probably went to play basketball."

"Oh," Kendrick hummed as he nodded his head, "Can I use your laptop, I wanna look for gifts..."

Hakeem sucked his teeth and sent Kendrick a mean mugging expression, "Use your phone, safari exists, unless you use that shit for you know what."

"Bro chill out," Kendrick moved his hand in the air, making a calming gesture as he whispered to Hakeem, "Please."

Hakeem rolled his eyes and handed Kendrick his laptop as a smile appeared on Kendrick's face. You and Kendrick's phone vibrated at the same time, signaling that you both received a text.

You looked at your phone and looked up at Kendrick who was also staring back at you, "Chanel texted you didn't she," You and Kendrick said at the same time, leaving you both chuckling and laughing.

"6 hours and 12 days," Kendrick read off the message that was on his phone.

meanwhile...

"You sure nothing is going on with you and Y/n? You didn't sound interested to come with me last week," Connie parked his car, turning his head to the side to look at Eren.

Eren had his black hood covering his head as he stared out the window, looking away from Connie. Gently rubbing his fingers against his temple, Eren sighed deeply before unblucking his seatbelts.

"Nothing is going on Connie, let's go before I change my mind," Eren opened the car door, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie.

Inside the club was hot and crowded, barely any gaps for anyone to walk through. The multi colored lights nearly flashed Eren's eyes as he walked behind Connie to where the bar stand was.

Eren sat beside Connie and lifted a finger up to the bartender, signaling for one shot. Connie drummed his fingers against the table, wandering his eyes around the club.

"Eren imma go spit some game real quick, I'll be back," Connie rubbed his hands together before leaping off the chair and walking to the other side of the club.

Eren shook his head as he felt the stingy liquid go down his throat. Eren clicked the glass against the table repeatedly, signaling for another shot. The drinking wouldn't stop, he needed more, he wanted more.

Slowly placing his foot on the floor to find his balance, he pulled down his hoodie and ambled further into the club. He walked to the point where he didn't even know where he was going.

Eren reached to the back of the club and plopped his body onto a spacious purple couch. He had his head thrown back as he took quiet, deep breaths, staring up at the ceiling.

"Wow," a soft, feminine voice came closer to the brunette. Eren slowly turned his head to the side and raised an eyebrow at the woman beside him.

"What?" Eren's face remained rested as he kept his eyes on the stranger.

"Never seen someone wearing a hoodie in the club before," the girl gently pulled onto Eren's hoodie with her long, black painted acrylics.

"I guess this is your first then huh," Eren chuckled faintly as he turned his head back up to stare at the ceiling.

The girl shrugged and leaned back against the couch with one of her legs crossed over the other, "You new here?"

"Nah," Eren shook his head as he sat up, resting his arms against his knees, "Just stopped coming here for a while." The girl hummed at his response, bopping her head to the music that was playing.

Eren's eyes slowly wandered upon the girl beside him, both of them accidentally locking eye contact, "You wanna, you know," Eren nodded his head towards the direction of the restroom. Without hesitating, the girl already took Eren's hand, pulling him towards that direction.

back to your pov:

"Nah nah but think about it," Kendrick stood up from the couch, placing Hakeem's laptop onto the coffee table, "Just imagine giving her a cake with Drake's face on it.

"Kendrick we went over this," you placed your chin on your hand, "We're not getting a cake with Drake's face on it."

"Why not? She told me that she likes Drizzy so why not?" Kendrick kept his hands at the same level to where his chest was.

"I say that we just give her a cake with the brand Chanel on it," Hakeem shrugged as he unlocked his phone, leaning back in his seat.

"My cake idea is better."

"Shut up, no its not."

"Y'all it's been an hour, just choose something already," you buried your face into your hands as you gently rubbed your eyes right after. Kendrick let out a sharp, exhaled breath and sat back down.

"Fine, we'll just get the Chanel cake," He agreed. Hakeem smirked down at his phone screen after Kendrick finally agreed.

You, Hakeem, and Kendrick already ordered a bunch of stuff just for this party and luckily, majority of the decorations and other props are coming in before her birthday arrives.

You felt a bit off today, not hearing from Eren for some reason. This past week, you both have been contacting one another non stop so not hearing from him at all today made you a bit confused.

"Y/n you good?" Hakeem looked up from his phone as he noticed you looking uneasy.

"Yeah I'm good," You unlocked your phone and clicked on Eren's contact name to call him, "Just haven't heard from Eren all day," you brought your phone up to your ear.

Waiting for the call to finish dialing, you continued to look at different websites for Chanel's cake. You poked your bottom lip out after hearing the call going straight to voicemail.

That's weird, you thought to yourself. It was always Eren being like lightning speed when it came to answering calls. You called him again and this time it went to voicemail even faster than before.

You slowly moved your phone away from your ear and placed it beside you, deciding to just shrug it off.

"He ain't pick up?" Kendrick and Hakeem said at the same time as the stared at you.

"Uh uh," you shook your head, looking back at the screen, "He's probably with Armin, we got a new project in class so maybe he's helping him with that," you responded, biting your lip a bit.

eren's pov:

"Fuck you're so tight," Eren gripped onto her thigh, pulling her up to him. Wincing softly at the touch of her nails deepening into his back.

She threw her head back as she clenched the counter top of the sink. Moans ringed into Eren's ear each time he rammed in faster and faster.

"Come on, hurry up," Eren growled lowly as he kept his eyes down, moving in faster and harder each time. As Eren continued moving deeper and deeper into the girl, his jeans were on the other side of the sink.

He couldn't hear. He couldn't hear the vibration of his phone against the pocket of his jeans nor could he hear his phone in general since he left it on silent.

Moving in one last time, Eren and the girl were left breathless, chest heaving up and down as he slowly pulled out.

back to your pov:

"He did what?!" your jaw dropped after hearing what Kendrick told you.

"He put ice in his milk," Kendrick repeated himself again. You and Hakeem both slapped your hands over your mouth and started cackling and snickering.

"And you asked him what?" you placed your hand on your stomach, waiting for Kendrick to repeat himself again.

"I asked him if it was Almond Milk, Nigga said regular," Kendrick puffed up his cheeks as he looked from you and Hakeem as you all started to die from laughter.

You clenched your stomach and wiped your tears, trying to catch your breath, "Ayoooo," you mumbled to yourself.

"Y/n this is unacceptable," Hakeem shook his head as he had trouble catching his breath from all the laughter.

"Hakeem I already told him once about that damn milk," you pointed at Hakeem as you finally caught your breath.

"N/n that's a red flag right there," Hakeem added on.

"Boy shut up," you playfully rolled your eyes as you snapped at Hakeem's cup of iced tea, "You finna finish that or not?"

"Nah you can have it," Hakeem handed you his cup while Kendrick watched him with his mouth open.

"I- But i get my ass beat."

"Yeah 'cus nobody told yo ugly ass to touch my iced tea," Hakeem raised his fist in the air causing Kendrick to flinch again. You hovered your hand in front of your mouth to stop yourself from spitting out the drink.