39

"Should've slapped the shit outta him," you grumbled to yourself as you opened the trunk of Hakeem's car and shoved the shopping bags in.

Hakeem was already seated in the car, waiting for you to finish putting all the bags in the trunk. You didn't know why he couldn't do it himself or at least help you but you were too upset to even debate with him, so you shrugged it off.

"Y/n!" you heard your name being called from the distance. You looked over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of Eren running towards you.

"You've got to be kidding me right now," you whispered to yourself as you tried to speed up the process of putting the shopping bags in the trunk.

"Get away from me Eren," you shouted as you tried to hold up the shopping bags that kept falling over.

Eren stood behind you, trying to catch his breath as he held the photo strips in his hand, "Y/n just listen to me."

"Stop talking to me," you grabbed the last shopping bag before shoving it into the corner of the trunk. You felt Eren's fingers wrap around your wrist as he tried to turn you around.

Without even thinking, the palm of your hand slapped across the side of his cheek, "Don't touch me." Eren kept his head titled down, feeling his cheek sting from the hard slap as he poked his tongue against his inner cheek.

You heard 'ou's' and small murmurs from people who were walking in the parking lot, witnessing you slap Eren. Your chest slightly heaved up and down as you stared at Eren, who still hasn't lifted his head up.

"Now you wanna talk? Eren, don't call my phone, don't text my phone, and don't even think about talking to me," you moved your index finger closer to his face each time you spoke. Eren clenched his jaw, rolling his tongue against his top teeth.

You slammed the trunk closed and walked to the passenger side of the car. Hakeem looked up from his phone and stared at you struggling to buckle your seatbelts.

"What was taking you so long?" Hakeem pulled out of his parking and began driving out of the parking lot. You huffed and looked outside the window as you crossed your arms.

"The shopping bags kept falling."

Hakeem noticed your tone and shook his head as he kept his eyes on the road, "I knew something was up with him, I told you this Y/n."

"Hakeem," you kept your arms crossed with your eyes slowly closing shut, "Please."

You didn't feel like hearing Hakeem's 'I told you so' rants, you weren't in the mood for all that and Hakeem gladly respected that.

Hakeem's glanced at you in concern as he heard small chuckles coming from you. You pinched the bridge of your nose as your shoulders slightly moved up and down as you began laughing quietly to yourself.

"I know yo ass isn't laughing?!" Hakeem looked at you with his eyebrows knitted down as if you were crazy. Your laughing died down as you rubbed your eyes.

"It's just like, how?" you placed your elbow on the arm rest, resting your cheek on your hand, "How the hell did I get played like this?"

Hakeem spun the steering wheel as he took a left turn, "Y/n i'm telling you now, don't get your head all caught up about this white boy, it's not worth it."

"I know, Hakeem..." you stared at your shoes, trying to stop all the different thoughts running across your mind, "I know," you mumbled quietly to yourself.

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺/𝘯

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘮?

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘺/𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘺/𝘯

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦?

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦?

It's been almost a week since you stopped talking to Eren. You already told him to not try and contact you but he clearly ignored that and did the complete opposite.

"Y/n what did I say?" Chanel sat in her chair, waiting for the hairdresser to install her blonde lace front, "Turn off the phone or hand it to me."

You rolled your eyes and turned off your phone, placing it on the table that was beside you. You turned your head to look at Chanel who was sitting right next to you.

"You look like an egg," you snickered as she whipped her head, her eyes darted at you.

"Girl we both look like eggs right now," Chanel pointed at your head that had the same cap she had on. You giggled and gently pushed her hand away from you.

You took out your braids days ago just so you can get your hair done with Chanel for her party. You decided to get a red colored lace front since it would've looked really cute with the outfit you were wearing to her party.

Chanel felt all soft and smiled after hearing you laugh again. Your daily smiles and daily laughs barely appeared anymore, seeing you smiling made her realize how much she's missed it.

✧ 𝟏𝟗 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚.... ✧

"I know damn well you did not make me wake up at five am so we can hang up some streamers," Hakeem pouted as he carried the box of party decorations, walking beside in between you and Kendrick.

The automatic doors opened as the three of you walked into the building of Chanel's penthouse. Kendrick and Hakeem wandered their eyes around the lobby, muttering compliments about how nice everything looked.

You snapped your fingers at the two so they could pay attention and not bump into things since they were carrying stuff.

"This is nice, this is nice," Kendrick placed the box onto the ground as you all walked into the elevator, waiting to get onto Chanel's floor.

"Hakeem don't do nothing stupid," you stared closely at him as you walked out the elevator. Hakeem sucked his teeth and walked behind you as you led the way to Chanel's door.

You knocked the door with your knuckles and stepped back a bit, waiting for Chanel to open the door. You were about to raise your hand to knock again until you watched the door swing open, Chanel smiling widely at the three of you.

"HI BESTIES!" Chanel squealed as she jumped onto you, giving you a big hug.

"AYOOOO!" Kendrick smiled at Chanel as he poked his head from behind the box he was carrying. Chanel pulled away from you and walked up to Kendrick, hugging him from the back.

"HI HAKEEM!" Chanel waved at Hakeem, who was wincing from how loud Chanel was.

"Chanel, bestie, it's five in the morning, what crack have you been sniffing this early?" Hakeem closed his eyes, grunting a bit as he tried to hold up the box.

"I'm just really excited that's all," Chanel walked back to her door, opening it even more wider to allow Kendrick and Hakeem to walk in.

"Imma be sleeping on this couch, y'all be easy though," Hakeem placed the box on the ground as he kicked off his shoes, ambling towards the couch. You shook your head, not surprised that Hakeem wasn't gonna help you.

"Hakeem get up and help me," you dragged the box behind you as you walked up to the couch that Hakeem was laying down on.

"Kendrick wanna see my dress," Chanel clenched onto the sleeve of Kendrick's hoodie, dancing in place.

"Of course," Kendrick smiled at Chanel's eagerness.

"Uh uh," you shook your head, placing your hands on your hips, "Kendrick gotta help me decorate?"

"It won't take too long, let's go Kendrick," Chanel pulled Kendrick by his sleeve up to the stairs to her bedroom. You sighed softly, putting your hair into a low ponytail before opening the box to get to work.

✧ 𝟑 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓... ✧

You sat with your legs crossed together on the carpet as you finished blowing air into all the balloons. You threw your head back, trying to catch your breath and gazing at the ceiling lights that were flashing into your eyes.

Hearing a vibrate noise from your phone, you slowly turned your head and reached your hand towards the other side of the couch to grab it.

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯?

"Thought you disabled your dms," Kendrick popped up behind you, resting his arms on the top of the couch. You deleted the chat and turned off your phone before placing it face down on the couch.

"I did," you tossed the balloon that was in your hand to the pile of other balloons. You grunted softly as you used the couch for support to help yourself up.

Kendrick stood up straight as he studied your face, "Y/n?"

You pulled down your hoodie after getting up and hummed, "Yeah?"

"I know last week I was cracking jokes and shit at the food court," He sat on the top of the couch as his back faced you, "But on a serious note, I really do hope you're doing well. You don't deserve any of this."

You bit your inner cheek as you kept your hands inside the pockets of your sweatpants.

"You're my dawg for real," Kendrick looked over his shoulder, the lines appearing on the side of his lips as he smiled faintly at you.

"Thank you Kenny," you looked down at your socks, rocking your body back and forth. You looked up after noticing his fingers beckoning at you, signaling for you to walk up to him.

"C'mere," he opened his arms as you spun around on your foot, walking up to him. You felt his chin rest on top of your head as the side of your face rested against his chest, "Do me a favor," He spoke out.

"Uh huh," you closed your eyes, neither one of you letting go.

"Later tonight, have your fun ight," he slowly rubbed your back, still having his chin resting on top of your head, "Shake some ass, loosen up, got it?"

You laughed into his chest before pulling away, "Got it," you gave him two thumbs up as you smiled at him.

"Good," Kendrick raised his hand up and wiggled his fingers, waiting for you to give him a dap. You dapped Kendrick up and snapped your fingers after pulling your hand away from his.

authors note:

stan kenny, he's so sweet ☹️

i'll never forgive y'all for slandering kenny, cannot believe that even existed 🙄👊🏾