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* bye this chapter bouta be long asf *

𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫

         ❧ "𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑵," Eren appeared from the hallway, holding two hangers that had one black shirt and one white shirt. He walked into the living room and stared at Armin who was seated on the couch.

"Eren you're blocking the TV," Armin leaned his head to the side as he tried to see the TV screen better.

"Which one," Eren moved the hangers of the shirts up and down in front of him, waiting for Armin to choose for him.

"The black one, why?" Armin tapped the remote against his leg, turning it every time it hit his thigh.

"Because...Chanel told me that Y/n's coming back on Wednesday and I wanna look good?"

"You're acting like she's gonna automatically talk to you," Armin made a 'shoo' hand gesture so Eren can move away from blocking the TV. Eren sat on one of the single chairs, laying the shirt down on his lap as he started buttoning up the shirt.

"If you're gonna look good at least make your hair look tidy," Armin held in his snicker as he looked for something else to watch on Netflix.

"What is with you and my hair? Leave me alone," Eren poked his bottom lip out and pouted as he stood up to walk back into his room.

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         ❧ "𝒀/𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑰𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬," Hakeem cracked open your door a bit. You pulled down your sweater and threw your hoodie over your head, pulling the strings tightly.

"Where he at?" you swung your door open and brushed past Hakeem to head towards the living room. You grinned mischievously after seeing Kendrick in the kitchen, opening the box of pizza that Hakeem bought.

You tip toed up to him and punched his shoulder causing him to yelp, "OUCH?! What was that for?!"

"That shoulder looked punchable," you shrugged as you crossed your arms together. You looked at Hakeem who was cackling and snickering like a maniac.

"Yooo," Hakeem continued laughing, slapping his hand against the counter, "Y/n enough with the petty antics," his laughing died down as he wiped his tears of laughter, waving his hand in the air.

"It's not funny," Kendrick rubbed his shoulder as he pouted at Hakeem for laughing at him, "I was just playing damn...why you hit so hard?"

"Have Chanel kiss it for you," Hakeem pulled the box of pizza closer to him so he could take another sliced pizza. You giggled at Hakeem's comment and took a slice of pizza after Hakeem was done taking his.

"Shouldn't have commented about my lace," you made a hiss noise after saying lace and turned around to open the cabinet to grab a plate, hearing mumbling coming from Kendrick as he grabbed a slice of pizza.

"You got something underneath that hoodie Y/n?" Kendrick bit down on his pizza as he pulled himself onto the counter. You leaned your body against the sink counter, giving him a glare.

"You think you're funny huh," you watched a grin on his face slowly appear as he chewed on his pizza. You pulled down your hoodie and hear choking noises coming from the two after seeing only your wig cap on.

"HAKEEM SHE'S BALD!" Kendrick pointed his finger at your head as he looked down at Hakeem. Hakeem coughed into his arm, leaning his head against the counter as he started hollering.

"Wha-whatchu, whatchu got up under this?" Hakeem coughed and choked up his laughter as he struggled to get any words out.

Kendrick gasped as he whipped his head back at your direction and kept pointing at you, "You just snatched it off on camera like that?"

"I sho did," you bucked your head forward as you picked up a napkin from the counter to wipe your hands.

"And don't give a fuck?" Hakeem and Kendrick said in sync.

"And don't, imma put this shit right back on," you put your hoodie back over your head and continued eating your pizza, listening to Hakeem and Kendrick laughing uncontrollably.

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        ❧ 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 grabbing a cup of your f/d, you sat across from Hakeem in the living room while Kendrick sat on the carpet with his elbows on his knees as he looked up at his phone.

"Oh shit," you heard Kendrick mumble under his breath as he crawled up to Hakeem, tapping his leg.

"Boy the fuck do you want?" Hakeem whacked Kendrick's fingers away from his leg. Kendrick shushed Hakeem and showed him his phone screen.

Hakeem puckered his lips and leaned closer to the screen, squinting his eyes a bit, "Delete that."

"But it's funny though, just looking back at it," Kendrick whispered to Hakeem as he looked back at his phone screen.

"Nigga delete it 'fore Y/n sees it."

"Delete what?" your ears perked up after hearing what Hakeem said. The two boys whipped their heads to look at you and quickly murmured to each other. You placed your cup on the coffee table and walked up to Kendrick.

Kendrick turned off his phone and swiftly hid his phone behind his back. You stood over Kendrick on the ground and reached your hand out, making the"gimme" hand gesture.

"It's nothing," Kendrick tucked his lips together as he took a glimpse of Hakeem who was slowly moving away from the two of you.

"Kenny, yo bitch ass betta not give in," Hakeem snickered as he finally moved to the other side of the living room.

Kendrick flinched as you moved your hand closer to him. You tilted your head and chuckled, "Hakeem you hit Kenny too much, he's out here flinching man."

"He deserves it," Hakeem shrugged as he sat cross legged on the couch, watching Kendrick on the ground, still trying to hide his phone from you.

"Shut up," Kendrick mean mugged Hakeem before looking up at you again. You rolled your eyes and tried to push Kendrick's body over.

"Hey hey hey, careful for the booty cheeks," Kendrick covered his butt with his hand as you tried to roll over his body to reach for his phone. Hakeem buried his face in his hands after Kendrick ended up letting you grab his phone.

"Kenny you're useless," Hakeem shook his head. You nails clacked against his phone screen as you tried to remember his passcode for his phone.

"You got the same passcode?" You asked Kendrick as you kept trying to unlock his phone.

"Stooop you're gonna lock my phone," Kendrick helped himself up as he used the couch for support.

"Never mind, I got it," you walked around the coffee table in circles as Kendrick followed behind you, trying to take his phone back. After unlocking his phone, his camera roll was the first thing that was opened up to.

You farrowed your eyebrows after seeing a video play out on Kendrick's phone.

"WHITE BOY GOT ME FUCKED UP!"

"WORLDSTAAAR???"

"Kenny stop instigating omg."

"Well if nobody finna do it, then i might as well."

Your lips slowly parted open in embarrassment after realizing where this video took place. You paused the video and slowly spun around on your foot to look at Kendrick and Hakeem.

"I told yo ass to delete it Kenny," Hakeem rubbed his temple after propping his elbow on the arm rest of the couch.

"This was so ghetto," you murmured in embarrassment as you handed Kendrick back his phone. Kendrick kept his phone on his chest as he watched you sit back down, sipping on your f/d as you sat cross legged.

"Just realized this video's a month old," Kendrick looked down at his phone as he deleted the video off his phone.

"Should've let me beat his ass Y/n," Hakeem pouted as he crossed his arms together. Kendrick sat back on the ground as he shook his head.

"Okay but he did do us a favor for that hospital bill situation, plus we both set aside our differences," Kendrick defended as he spun his phone around with his fingers.

"Since when?" you placed your cup back on the coffee table as you picked up your phone right after.

"On our way to the hospital," Kendrick looked at you as he spoke, "When you were unconscious in the backseat."

"Y'all was being buddy buddy while Y/n was between life and death?" Hakeem scratched his nose as he looked at Kendrick who was slowly bobbing his head.

"Y/n how you feel about that?" Hakeem turned his head to look at you. You looked up from your phone and shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"At least he's owned up to one of his faults," you picked up your cup and took one last sip as you continued to look down at your phone.

"If Y/n forgives this white man, i better get some guap in return," Hakeem rubbed his index finger and middle finger against his thumb, making the money finger gesture as he looked at the both of you.

"Keem stop tryna ask for reparations when you don't need it, what did Eren do to you?" Kendrick tilted his head to the side, sending Hakeem a puzzled look as his eyes wandered from the left to the right.

"Um him being white is what he did to me," Hakeem made a stank face as he folded his arms together, leaning back in his seat.

You and Kendrick both looked at each other and back at Hakeem with your mouth gapped open. You both quickly closed your mouth, moving your lips around to hold in your laughs.

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𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫

              𝙩𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮

         ❧ 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑸𝑼𝑬 closed the door behind her before walking back to her desk to grab her folder and notebook, "You want any candy Eren?"

Eren slouched in his seat as he looked at his notebook that was up in the air in front of him, "No thanks," Eren declined.

Dominique closed her drawer and walked up to her chair, crossing her ankles together as she opened her notebook, "Wanna tell me anything before we get started?"

"Uh huh," Eren placed his notebook back down on his lap, "You know the girl that I told you about."

"Yeah? What's her name anyways?"

"Y/n."

"Aw that's a pretty name," Dominique smiled after hearing your name. She rested her clasped hands on top of her notebook, leaning forward a bit as she signaled for Eren to keep talking about you.

"Oh she's out the hospital now," Eren sat up in his seat to be more comfortable, "She's coming back to my classes tomorrow."

"Glad she's okay now," Dominique bobbed her head a bit as she stroked her ponytail, "How're you feeling about her coming back?"

"Nervous but not nervous?"

"Hm," Dominique hummed after understanding Eren's feelings, "You're thinking of talking to her aren't you?" Dominique brought her hand up to her face as she rested her chin on her hand.

"Yeah," Eren said below a whisper, tapping his pen against his page, "I wanna apologize but...I don't know, it depends if she's ready to talk."

Dominique poked out her bottom lip as she looked at Eren, feeling a bit bad about everything, "Eren that really is thoughtful of you, truly...don't rush anything though, definitely be patient until she's ready to talk."

"I know, I know," Eren let out a sigh as he rested his head against the couch. Dominique hummed as she adjusted her seating position on her chair.

"Quick question," Dominique stuck up a finger.

"Yeah?"

"Do you bring your reflection journal everywhere you go?" Dominique tapped her pen against her chin as she waited for Eren to answer.

Eren moved his journal around as he stared at it, "Yeah so when I do something, I can just write it down so I don't forget later."

"That is so smart," Dominique smiled proudly as she pushed the frame of her glasses back up and clapped her hands together, "Alright let's get started, reflection review time."

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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐦 𝐫𝐪

𝐲/𝐧

          𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴                           𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵                           𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳

*uhhh let's pretend that y/n magically got a new lace front 😄✌🏾*

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

   𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘬                𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵            𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭

*eren gets a character development and better style?! i guess i finally decided to be nice to man bun😩🤌🏾*

* um anyways laptop emoji 👩🏾‍💻*

𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮

       ❧ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 your dress and adjusted your watch as you walked in the building, seeing Hange and Amy at the front desk.

"Y/n is that you?!" Hange smiled from ear to ear after noticing you walking in. You walked towards the front desk, resting your crossed arms on the desk as you smiled at the two ladies.

"Hey guys," you greeted the two.

"You look amazing, I heard about what happened," Amy looked up from her computer as she gently placed her hands on top of yours.

"Uh what did you hear?" you blinked your eyes, hoping that no one told them about your antics at a party.

"Details wasn't really shared with us but we only know about you falling down some steps," Hange responded to your question as she leaned back in her seat.

You scratched the back of your neck out of embarrassment and slowly backed away from the desk, "Thanks for the concerns though," you made prayer hands and slowly walked away from the two.

As you turned to the right to walk down the hall, you see Chanel walking between Armin and Eren down the hall.

"No Eren you have to braid your hair before putting the hair cap on- Omg hey Y/n!" Chanel brushed past the two boys as she walked up to you to give you a hug.

Armin glanced at Eren who was already gawking at you like an idiot. Armin nudged Eren's arm to put him in check. You smiled at Chanel before turning your attention back on Armin and Eren.

"Um," you quietly cleared your throat as you zipped open your bag to pull out the same note that Eren gave you from the hospital and waved it a bit.

"Thank you Armin and Eren for paying for my hospital bill, it was really nice of y'all."

Armin grinned at you as he bowed his head down and slowly rising it up, "Of course, anything for you Y/n," Armin kept the smile on his face, gently patting Eren's back, signaling for him to say something.

You took a glimpse of Eren's hands after you caught a sight of him put some type of journal behind his back as he nodded his head, "You're welcome," his tone was soft and gentle as he responded to you.

You noticed the rings on Eren's fingers as he lifted his hand up to twirl a small strand of hair that was poking out of his tamed and neatly hair that was pulled into his everyday man bun.

You gave the two a quick smile before walking in the studio with Chanel trailing and yapping behind you. Eren took a deep breath as he placed his hand on the wall, leaning against his arm.

"Welp looks like she did end up speaking to you after all," Armin shrugged as he folded his arms together, standing beside Eren, "Remember what Dominique told you, don't rush into the apologies."

"H-how do you even know about her telling me that?" Eren turned his head to look at the blonde who had his eyes closed, thinking of an answer to give Eren.

"Let's just say that we talk about your sessions...on the phone," Armin opened his eyes, trying not to have a grin appear on his face. Eren shook his head and opened his journal, clicking the top of his pen after pulling it out of his back pocket.

"What're you writing now?" Armin took a peak at Eren's journal as the pen moved across the page.

"Me listening to Chanel talk about installing lace fronts," Eren clicked the top of his pen and shoved it back into his back pocket, closing his journal shut as he turned the door knob of the studio door.

authors note:

dude this chapter has 2693 wordsminus the authors note 😹😹