𝟬𝟵. ❛ OUR LITTLE SECRET ❜

𝓒LARA Monet woke up to the sound of screaming girls. Her long hair was messy and she had on nothing but underwear and an oversized t-shirt that belonged to one of the boys. She had no idea whose shirt it was.

But she did know what the cause of the screams were, hopping out of bed as she ran across the hall and entered the boys apartment without knocking.

She passed a few naked scrambling girls on the way to the living room. Her eyes were wide as she stared at all five of the boys halfway naked. It was not Clara's first time seeing any of them undressed, but it was just as embarrassing as all the other times.

"Ahhh!" Clara screamed, covering her eyes and turning around to rid herself of the view.

The boys all chuckled at her reaction, mocking her as they dressed themselves.

"Come on, girl. You know you like the view." Mike taunted, doing a dance she couldn't see.

"You know she still a virgin. Chill, before you scar her innocent eyes!" Ricky shoved Mike, leaving Clara scoffing while the others laughed.

"Innocent eyes? Her eyes ain't innocent." Ralph chuckled, earning confused glances from the others. He realized what he said and scratched the back of his neck, trying to come up with a quick lie. "I mean, she's seen some things in movies. Everybody has."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not right here. Is y'all niggas dressed?" Clara decided to speak up, both of her hands still covering her eyes.

"Yeah, is that my shirt?" Ronnie turned to stare at the scrambling girl. He felt ashamed of himself, even more so now that she eyed him.

            "Maybe. I don't know." Clara looked down at the material, shrugging both her shoulders.

"I just hope to God that you guys are using the rubbers I gave you." Gary chimed in, making them aware that he was still standing there.

Clara looked up, staring at Gary and two random men she had never seen before.

How did she not notice them before? Maybe it was because she was too busy being blinded by a bunch of naked teenagers running around.

"Now, I can't speak for everybody else, but I prefer lambskin myself." Ronnie smirked, making all four of the boys laugh at his words.

"You're disgusting." Clara rolled her eyes at what he said, a feeling at the bottom of her stomach that she couldn't quite describe. It wasn't good.

"That's not my business, okay? Ralphy, zip yourself up, please. You're exposed." Gary complained, his eyes avoiding the boys at all costs.

"I want you to meet Khalil, and Jeff Dyson, alright." Gary introduced the two men. Clara gave them both firm hand shakes, greeting them politely and with manners, much unlike the five boys.

"Wassup, man," Ricky stepped forward, trying to give the men handshakes. They ignored him and he let out a scoff, turning to go sit down.

Clara glared at the boy. She didn't blame them for ignoring him. Lord knows where those hands have been. Or who those hands have been in.

"Y'all our new body guards or some?" Ricky put on a shirt as he asked the question.

"Y'all the security? You a lil small brother." Ronnie mocked the shorter man, laughing. Clara had to bite her lip to hold back her own.

"You a lil too outta shape to be security, B." Mike taunted, pointing at the taller man. Clara's grip on her lip was so hard she was sure it would bleed.

"This must be the tough one." Jeff guessed, tilting his head at Mike. "Must be." Khalil agreed.

"You guys take it easy. These guys are all apart of the team. They're working with us now." Gary disclosed to all six teenagers in the room.

"So whatever we tell them to do, that means they gotta do it?" Bobby addressed, hopeful.

"Aye, hold on, young blood. We ain't butlers. Just think of us as more like chaperones." Jeff stated.

"Exactly. These guys are here to keep you all out of trouble. You need that kind of help nowadays. The only one I trust is Clara." Gary insisted.

Normally, the girl would've felt flattered if anyone else said it. But it was Gary. And she barely even liked Gary. He was annoying and pushy.

"Okay, good luck with that, B." Mike laid back on the couch, dapping up Bobby. After that, Mike smelled his hand and scrunched his face up.

"First order of business, could y'all go get our girls back? Or get us some more?" Ricky joked, causing everyone to laugh, including the men.

"If I had dudes running in and out my crib y'all would freak out." Clara stated, a small smirk on her lips as the boys all proved her point.

"You damn right we would," Ronnie raised his voice, which was rare for the calm and collected teen. He knew he was being a hypocrite.

"You can get pregnant and ruin your career. We can't." Ralph pointed out. Clara rushed at him, trying to choke him, but Mike grabbed her by the waist and lifted her in the air so that she couldn't move.

"Get off me, nasty ass hands!" The brown skinned girl shrieked, throwing hits at Mike as she jumped out of his hold and ran back to her apartment. The first thing on her mind was showering.

"Has she always been that dramatic?" Gary asked the five boys. They all nodded, used to her antics and the bratty behavior she showed them.

            "It's cause she's never got laid. I should go over there and offer to massage her." Ricky joked, but none of the guys in the room laughed that time. They actually all started to glare at him for his remark.

            "You guys should try to keep things professional with Clara. The media has already started to share their dumb articles about how they think the group is sharing her. Their words, not mine." Gary sighed.

             "We're not sharing her. No, not Clara. She doesn't even carry herself like that." Mike shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe people would write articles like that about a teenage girl.

            Although, Bobby happened to be much more observant than people gave him credit for. Yes, he was very self centered, but believe it or not he paid attention to the other people in his life. Sometimes.

            Bobby knew she was boning someone and he knew it was one of the boys in the group. He waited until Gary and the security left to say it.

             "Now that they're gone, which one of y'all is it? Come on, be real. I saw hickeys on her neck the other day when we went to Universal." Bobby accused the boys sitting around him, his tone sharp.

            "Hickeys? On Clara?" Ricky could only let out a laugh at that until he realized it was serious.

"No way. Our girl not innocent?" Mike was appalled, his mouth wide open in shock.

            Ronnie was stunned at the information. But Ralph, his knee was bumping up and down nervously, which immediately gave him away.

             "You're the one fucking her?" Bobby and the others glared at him. He didn't owe any of them an explanation, but they were protective of the girl, and they knew that Ralph was a player.

            "Fucked her. One time. We were crossfaded and she told me to forget about it. Thanks for putting it out there. She told me not to tell anyone." Ralph threw his arms in the air, feeling defeated.

            Ronnie sat in silence, feeling like a load of bricks had been dropped on his heart. But he couldn't be mad at Ralph, they were all players in his book.

            "You're greedy as fuck, man, you know that? You already have a girlfriend, yet you fucked Clara and you fuck random groupies all the time!" Bobby pointed out, jealous pangs hitting him in the heart.

           "I can't believe it." Ricky had one hand on his chest, one hand fanning his face as he tried not to pass out at the heart wrenching information.

            "Get off my dick. It's not like you had a chance with her to begin with. You fuck anything walking, man! You can't be talking!" Ralph went off on Bobby, hating how he was taking his jealousy out on him.

           The others all felt their eyes widen as he said that. Ralph had crossed a line with Bobby. Every single one of them have known about his ultimate love for Clara since they were kids. Him and Ralph have always been the most vocal about it.

     They all agreed on letting Clara pick between the five of them and they would let the better man have her with no complaints. They didn't know that Bobby had his fingers crossed behind his back. He always pulled that card. Bobby didn't play fair.

            "The fuck you just say to me?" Bobby was ticked off now. He had already been fed up with Ralph getting the special treatment from everyone, now this whole situation added the icing on the cake.

             "You heard me." Ralph noted, not even flinching as Bobby rushed to hit him. Ricky and Mike held Bobby back, stopping him from throwing a hit. He shook them off and glared at everyone in the room.

             "Chill, Bobby. He said it was a one time thing. Gary said to keep it professional anyways. So how about we all stop pursuing her?" Ronnie stepped up, being the peacekeeper in the group like always.

            "Fuck Gary. I'm tired of Ralph feeling like he's better than us. I do what the fuck I want." Bobby threw up his middle fingers, storming to his room.

         The four remaining guys stood there in silence, hearing the bedroom door slam loudly.

           "You know you fucked up, right?" Mike seethed, making direct eye contact with Ralph.

            "Yeah," Ralph held his face in his hands, clearly feeling bad for what he said in the moment.

Boston ❪ 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 ❫

𝓐 few weeks before all of the chaos started, Clara had turned sixteen years old. The girl rented out an entire building with her savings and threw the biggest sweet sixteen Boston had ever seen.

           The party room had a performing stage where she would be putting on a show for her guests. It was an extravagant party for a special girl.

           She had invited people from all over that she kept in contact with from time to time. Her sisters decorated everything with silver and pink decorations.

The boys wrote a song and choreographed a dance for her party, with the help of Brooke, of course. Even though he was no longer their manager, he still helped them with anything they asked him for.

Clara spent her day getting ready. She made her dress from scratch. Her oldest sister curled her hair, and her mom did her nails and toes. She was a baddie on a budget as always, but still looked great.

           A perk of having mostly women in the house was that they each knew how to do something.

           Clara was in the middle of doing her makeup when the boys popped into the room. Each boy had gift bags in their hands, some more than others.

           The first one to approach her was Mike. She noticed two cute little jewelry bags in one hand, and a large teddy bear in the other hand.

           She then looked next to him at Bobby, the overachiever, who had a big bag in both his hands as if he had been on a shopping spree.

           Ricky had a gift basket full of lotions, perfume, and self care products that he knew she would love based off her favorite scents.

           Ralph had a box full of letters in one hand, a bag of her favorite snacks in his other hand. They all knew so much about her. It warmed her heart.

           Ronnie had a bouquet of pink and white hibiscus flowers in one hand, a medium sized gift bag in his other hand. Those were here favorite flowers.

             "You guys didn't have to go all out like this!" Clara could feel her eyes watering, a warmth spreading all throughout her body.

             To feel so seen and heard like this was one of the reasons why she loved the boys so much. They actually paid attention and they got to know her so well. It's the reason why she considers them her second family. She would do anything for them. Anything.

            "Aw, don't cry." Ralph bit his lip, holding back his own laughter at her emotional state.

            "She's so cute," Ricky whispered, hoping no one would hear him, but they all did.

           Before any of them could say anything else, Clara ran at them, attacking them with a hug.

           "This is already the best birthday ever." She grinned as they all group hugged. Their mothers watched with smiles on their faces.

            "Ok, wrap it up boys. The birthday girl has to finish her makeup." Monica chimed in, spoiling their moment. Clara gave her mom a kiss on the cheek and rushed back to the mirror to finish.

           "We can help finish up the decorations." Ricky offered their help to Clara's family. They accepted the offer and everyone got to work.

            Clara finished her makeup while the others finished setting up for the rest of the guests. She applied her setting spray, sneezing afterwards.

           Bobby watched her and let out a laugh, causing her to whack him upside the head playfully.

            "Clara let me unpin your curls, the guests are already pulling up." Lisa, Clara's sister, rushed forward to help her take out her pins carefully.

             Clara Monet could only smile at her reflection as her long hair bounced up and down, combing her fingers through the curls.

              Her guests started to flood into the building, staring in awe at the beautiful view.

              "Welcome," Clara grinned as the room grew more and more crowded.

              Her dad was at the door patting people down, making sure everyone was unarmed and there for the right reasons. To have a good time.

             "Yo, you look good," Ralph whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She could barely hear him over all the people talking and the music that was playing from the speakers above their heads.

              "Thank you, I literally feel like a star." The younger girl could not stop smiling. She practically ignored the feeling of her heart racing.

              "You are one! I mean, look at this party, no ordinary girl could have this many people show up for them." Ralph pointed at the now crowded area.

             "Stop," Clara blushed, knowing she loved being the center of attention. All eyes were on her.

             "I gotta go back stage with the rest of the guys to warm up, go find you a seat." Ralph told her. All the girl could do was nod, obeying his order.

The boys came out onto the stage, catching the attention of the guests. Clara was at a table with her family, Brooke, and the moms. They were the loudest, clapping and applauding New Edition.

"This is a very special song, for a very special girl. Let's give it up for Clara Monet y'all!" Ronnie had the mic in his hand. The crowd went wild.

Clara blushed, rolling her eyes at Ronnie as he winked at her and then blew her a kiss.

"Sitting here on your birthday, didn't even know your first name!" Ralph started the song off, pointing smoothly at the birthday girl.

"See your cups going empty, can I fill you up tonight?" Mike sang, causing all the girls in the room to squeal in anticipation.

Clara stared with her mouth wide open. All of their parents were laughing so she then realized they were trying to tease her with the song.

"Sitting here on your birthday," Ronnie pointed at her and bit his lip, dancing.

She looked down in embarrassment, her cheeks enlightened with what felt like flames.

"Whose idea was this?" Clara cried out, turning to her sisters and they all pointed at Mike. She bit the inside of her cheek, making a mental note to get back at him when his birthday came around.

"I don't know your plans, I don't know where you're going. All that I know is, I like the way you, dance dance, dance!" Bobby sang.

The boys continued to dance and taunt Clara, and by the time they finished their performance she was on her feet along with everybody else.

Every single guest at the party was up dancing, singing along whenever the lyrics got too repetitive. As soon as they finished Clara cheered.

"Finally," The girl chuckled. She did not expect them to be bold enough to sing for her like that in front of their family members and hers.

"Did you like it?" Mike cheesed, all thirty two of his teeth were showing at that point.

"I surprisingly loved it." Clara laughed, punching the boy in his arm since it was his idea.

"That's good to know, cause I'm never doing no corny shit like that again." Bobby scoffed, shaking his head. Mike and the others hummed in agreement and laughed it off, glad that she enjoyed it,

After a few hours of everyone partying and singing, the adults and strangers eventually all got kicked out early, leaving a few guests.

Mike, Ricky, and Bobby left to go shoot some ball at the park with their other friends. Ronnie left with his mom. He had to babysit his brother.

Ralph was the only one left with Clara. He had no other plans, so he kindly decided to stay back to help her pack up all her gifts and clean up.

At least that was the plan. They actually did do those things, but after, he decided to roll up and smoke with Clara for her sweet sixteenth.

They sat on a couch in the building, taking two hits and passing it back and forth.

Clara felt like she was floating on a bunch of clouds, her mind racing with a million topics, not sure which one to bring up in her high state.

She was already drunk from the six birthday shots her sister's peer pressured her into sneaking while their parents were packing up.

"Does sex feel better drunk or high?" Clara took a deep breath, her virgin mind curious.

"I've never had either one, so I wouldn't know." Ralph answered, puffing and then passing it.

"Well, I'm drunk and high. What do you call that?" Clara stumbled over her words but was able to get her sentence out eventually.

"You and me both. We're crossfaded." Ralph leaned forward, blowing smoke in her face.

Clara stared at him after that. He pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear, their eyes never leaving each other's. The silence was too loud.

The brown skinned girl open her mouth, but before any words could even come out his lips had already been slammed against hers.

They started off slow kissing, their tongues fighting against each others. Clara could barely breathe at the intensity, but she didn't want it to stop.

She moved closer to him, practically jumping on his lap, grinding against him as their once slow kisses started to became hungry and fast.

Ralph let his hands slowly trace her entire body, every nerve making her shiver and moan. He left trails of kisses all over her neck and breast, touching and caressing those extra sensitive spots.

"Fuck," Clara's breathless moans sounded like heaven to his ears. It was so sweet and captivating, it made his heart jump out of his chest.

"Can I touch you here?" Ralph's eyes were glossed over with admiration and lust, but he still made sure to hear her give him consent.

"Please," Clara bit her lip, damn near begging his teasing to stop, yearning for his touch.

Ralph couldn't believe his eyes or his ears. He had been dreaming of this moment for years, now that it was happening he had to let it soak into his mind. A moment of desperation left him taking her innocence.

He let his fingers tease her clit through her thongs. There was a shocked looked on his face when he saw what underwear she was wearing.

"You aren't as innocent as everyone thinks," He hummed, sucking her neck and chest in between his sentence. She shivered in response.

"This is our little secret." Clara pulled off her underwear, letting his head fall between her thighs as she laid back and let him pleasure her.

𝒐𝒐𝒐. AUTHORS NOTE * 𖤐 ༘ミ
ok yall so i know i've been gone for a lil minute but i'm back spontaneously!! this chapter is a lil bit all over the place but yk it's finna get messyyyyy.

yes ralph is the one who took clara's virginity, yes he has a girlfriend. clara will not be this perfect main character her flaws and fuck ups are gonna start showing so get ready for a whole new vibe to this story!!!