𝟭𝟭. ❛ LET'S CHILL ❜

          𝓜IKE'S foot injury left him getting special treatment from Clara for days. Whatever he needed, she was at his side making it for him. Mike was no longer in pain he just liked having her cater to him.

Currently, he was in her room lying on her bed. She was sitting at the bottom of the bed messing with his feet, making sure his foot was healing.

"Aye, stop, that tickles!" Mike chuckled, moving his foot away from the worried girl.

Clara grabbed his foot again, massaging it, trying to see if he would wince in pain. She insisted he stayed at her apartment for two days to make sure he wouldn't be over using his foot while injured.

"Okay, I think you're all healed up." She hummed in content. That meant he would have to face the boys again after the stunt he pulled with Bob.

"Aw, man, I kinda enjoyed you taking care of me and making me breakfast in bed." Mike said, showing all thirty two of his teeth to the girl.

"I'm sure you did. But it's time for you to go back home, Mike. I need my room back." Clara emphasized, motioning to him lying all on her bed.

"You think B gone forgive me?" Mike looked down as he asked her that question. It was clear that he was feeling both regretful and ashamed.

"I don't think he cares, Mike. They had the option to send you home. Even the moms thought it'd be better if you went back, but Bobby didn't." Clara informed him. That seemed to take him by surprise.

"I feel like shit. I really wasn't trying to kill him my anger just took over." Mike tried to explain himself. The girl just nodded, moving to hug him.

"Save that for Bobby. I'm sure he'll understand." Clara pulled away from their embrace, her mind wondering what was next for them.

"You know what? I wasn't gone ask you this, but why you been ghosting us? This the most I've seen you since last month." Mike tilted his head.

"I don't know." Clara lied, biting her bottom lip softly, a habit she didn't even realize she had whenever she lied. All the boys knew about it.

"I know that's a lie. Just tell me what's up." Mike pried, hoping she would open up to him. She was there for everyone all the time, but didn't want anyone being there for her when she was down.

"Mixed feelings is why. I feel something for Ralph, obviously, but I know he's no good for me. Then there's Ronnie, he makes me feel different. A way I've never felt before and it scares me to death." Clara opened up, her words coming straight from the heart.

Mike's face contorted into a pained one, but he had known this all along. It was time for him to put his feelings aside and be the friend she needed.

"Say something," Clara mumbled, her heart racing. The girl had never actually accepted her feelings until she said it aloud and it was terrifying.

"I. . just. . I'm not surprised, C. But I think it's stupid for you to ignore your heart. What does your heart say? Ron or Rizz?" Mike asked.

"I don't know what my heart is saying." Clara felt like an idiot. She had all the advice in the world for everyone else, but couldn't even come to terms with her own romantic feelings. It was humbling.

"Just give it some time. But stop avoiding us and going all ghost, ight?" Mike hit her in the forehead, his voice in a stern and demanding tone.

"Ight," Clara copied his last word, smiling from ear to ear. She was glad Mike pushed her to talk about her feelings for once. She felt lighter.

Clara's house phone started to ring. Her and Mike both rushed to the living room to answer the phone, hoping it was some good news.

"Hello?" Clara answered. Mike stood behind her in anticipation. "Is Mike with you?" Gary asked from the other line. "Mhm," Clara hummed.

"Tell him he's back in. Come to the studio so he can catch up on vocal practice." Gary commanded, then hung up the phone before she responded.

"You're back in! We gotta go to the studio!" Clara jumped up and down, squealing.

"Hell yeah!" Mike picked Clara up off the ground, taking her out of her apartment and carrying her bridal style all the way to their destination.

The studio was a few buildings down the street so it wasn't hard for him to do.

"Ladies first." Mike put her down at the door and opened it, letting her enter before him.

The two of them entered the studio. The room had Gary, Jeff, and the producer.

Mike walked straight into the booth and put his headset on. The producer set everything up.

"Here's your lyric sheet, man. Do your thing." Jeff handed Mike the paper, dapped him up, then left out of the booth to sit down like everyone else.

"Aye, Mike, you ready?" The producer asked. Mike nodded and he played beat. That's when the boys had made their way into the studio.

"Please, operator, see what you can do. I dialed the right number, but I still couldn't get through. Could you just check the line? Just one more time if you can? I'm pretty sure her phone won't be answered by no man." He read his lines and stopped.

Mike took off his headset and left the booth, walking up to Bobby. The two boys had a stare off before Bobby gave in and shook his hand.

"You did your thing." Bobby hugged him. Mike hugged back briefly and they laughed it off. All the boys started hugging Mike and smiling.

"Everybody good?" Gary smiled, looking at them being friendly and cheering. "Yeah,"

Once Mike caught up with his vocals, the next step was practicing their routine. Clara usually handled that part, but Gary thought it would be best to hire someone professional. She felt insulted by that.

Anyways, the boys started practice before her. She didn't have to show up until an hour later. Clara took that time to go get her something to eat.

The girl returned with black leggings and a black cropped hoodie that she cut. She tied her long hair in a slick ponytail, and she had her bag of food in one hand as she entered the dance studio.

The boys noticed her, staring as her ponytail swayed with each step she took.

"I'm here, sorry for running late!" Clara looked up, holding back her frown when she saw Zena run towards her with the biggest smile.

"Hey! It's good to see you again, girl!" Zena pulled Clara in for a hug. Clara hugged the girl back with one arm, forcing a smile at her.

The boys all watched the two. They knew things were about to get messy. It was inevitable.

"Zena! You look gorgeous as always!" Clara complimented her, meaning it of course.

"Oh, stop," Zena blushed, admiring the girl and being a big fan of her and the boys.

Ralph walked up to them, looking as nervous as ever, making sure nothing went wrong. He put his arm around Zena and pulled her away.

Clara watched him try to get himself out of the hole he was falling in and smiled.

Ronnie, Ricky, Bobby, and Mike watched her expression and felt sorry for Ralph.

"He fucked up bringing her here." Ricky pointed out the obvious, whispering to the boys.

"I should've brought some popcorn." Bobby joked, finding amusement in the predicament.

Clara put her bag down and stood in front of the dance instructor, awaiting his instructions.

"Are you gonna actually cooperate? Because these boys wasted an hour of my time." The instructor stated, his voice full of sass and attitude.

"It depends. Show me what you got for me." Clara gave him an honest answer, playing with her hair every once in a while to make sure it was right.

The man operated with eight counts. Clara was pretty good at remembering steps.

"Follow my lead. One, two, three, four, five, six seven, eight. You got that?" The man did a different move each time he said a number.

Clara nodded. She swung her arms and dropped, opening her legs and grinding against the floor. Then she stood back up and did a little shake.

"Got it," The girl breathed out her mouth. The man's moves were a bit extra, but she felt like it fit her new brand that she was going for.

"Wooo!" Ricky yelled, liking the way she moved. Ronnie whacked him in the head.

"Man, oh man, she look good!" Bobby whistled, watching Clara practice with the man.

Ralph made the mistake of watching her as well, almost forgetting Zena was next to him.

Zena forced a cough, catching her boyfriend's attention and scoffing at his wandering eyes. The girl could only imagine what else Ralph did.

           LATER that day, everyone went home to shower and chill. Clara had cleaned up her apartment and went shopping. She invited everyone over to her apartment to smoke and hang out while she cooked.

The girl had on a two piece silk pink pajama set. Her hair was down her back instead of in a ponytail this time. She stood in the mirror admiring her face when she heard a hard knock on her front door.

Clara knew who it was already so she rushed to the door and let everyone in. Ronnie stepped in and kissed her forehead, making her blush.

Mike, Bobby, and Ricky busted in, greeting her and heading straight to the living room.

Zena and Ralph entered last, holding hands as they stepped into the cozy apartment.

"This place is so pretty and girly. Pink is one of my favorite colors too." Zena's eyes turned into stars. She looked around the place in awe.

"What can I say, pretty girls love pink." Clara grinned, closing the door as Ralph and his girlfriend took a seat on the plush couch.

"What you cooking?" Ronnie hopped on her island in the kitchen, staring at her.

"Steak and potatoes. Wanna help?" Clara raised an eyebrow at him, hoping he'd agree.

"I guess, lead the way." Ronnie bowed to the girl, hopping off the island and moving to stand behind her in the kitchen area. The boys were on the couch rolling up for their upcoming smoke session.

Clara glanced at Ralph and Zena one last time before rolling her eyes and turning the radio to the R & B channel, letting the chill vibes start.

"Let's chill," Clara sang to let's chill by guy. Ronnie got closer behind her, his breath fanning her neck, almost making her shiver.

"Clara, what do I need to do?" Ronnie whispered to her, trying to tease the girl. It was his payback for her avoiding him for almost a whole month.

"First let's put on the potatoes and season the steak." Clara kept her voice as quiet as his.

"Okay," Ronnie followed her lead. First the pair wrapped each potato in aluminum foil, stabbing a hole in each one. Then they grabbed all the seasonings she bought and seasoned the steaks.

The strong smell of weed entered their nostrils. They looked up to see the others smoking.

"Don't forget to put us in the rotation." Ron told them, making sure they didn't forget about the cooks. They nodded and continued smoking.

Clara and Ronnie washed their hands after putting the steaks on. Zena stood up and walked into the kitchen, handing Clara the blunt.

Clara took it, hitting it twice and passing it to Ronnie while Zena stood there waiting.

"What's wrong?" Clara asked the girl. "Can we talk, in private?" Zena asked her.

Ralph looked up in alert, motioning behind Zena's back for Clara to say no.

"Of course," The brown skinned girl winked at Ralph as the words left her mouth.

Clara lead Zena to her room, closing the door behind her so that the boys wouldn't hear.

"I'm sorry for pulling you, but I wanted to get your advice before I said anything. I'm pregnant and I'm wondering how I should tell him?" Zena piped up.

Clara could no longer fake a smile in this girl's face after hearing something like that. Ralph would be a terrible person to be tied down to for life.

"If you want my honest advice, have your baby and run far away from him. That's all I can say." Clara left the room, shaking away her hurt.

Zena stood there in shock. She girl had no idea why Clara would say that. It made her nervous.

Clara went back to the kitchen with Ronnie who was watching over the food. The boys all stared at her in curiosity, wanting to know what was up.

Ralph had this look in his eyes. One that showed he was terrified. He didn't want to lose either of the girls that had his heart. As selfish as it was.

Zena finally came back from the room. The girl stared at Clara in thought, trying to figure out why she reacted the way she did. She decided to ask Ralph about it later and sat down on the couch next to him.

When Ralph tried to pass the blunt back to Zena she refused, telling him to skip her.

That left Ralph having to walk to the kitchen to pass it to Clara. She took it and smiled at Ralph, his face showing his worries as clear as day.

Clara couldn't care less after she hit the blunt twice, blowing the smoke in his face. The girl passed it to Ronnie who did the same from behind her.

"Aye, I think the food's done." Ronnie heard the oven go off and pulled it open, flinching at the amount of heat that smacked him in the face.

"Dinner's ready, everyone make your own plates and potatoes!" Clara instructed them.

Everyone jumped up at the delicious smelling meal, their stomachs growling in anticipation.

Clara made Ronnie's plate and handed it to him, then made her own and went to sit down.

Ralph made his plate and Zena's plate. Bobby, Ricky, and Mike, made their own.

"I get the worse case of the munchies when I smoke." Ronnie admitted from next to Clara. She nodded at what he said, agreeing.

Everyone talked and joked around while they ate dinner and the music played in the background of their conversations, soothing their high minds.

Clara felt a soft hand briefly touch her thigh and almost choked on her food, coughing.

"You ight?" Bobby patted her back from the other side of her, trying to help the girl out.

"Yeah, I'm good, thanks." The brown skinned girl replied, biting her tongue to stop herself from calling Ronnie every curse word in the book.

Ronnie rubbed his hand up and down her thigh under the table. This time she realized it was intended and closed her eyes in embarrassment.

What the fuck is he doing? The girl thought, trying to ignore the feeling of her heart damn near thumping against her frail chest.

"This is your punishment for avoiding me." Ron whispered in her ear, surprisingly going unnoticed by everyone else sitting at the table.

The boy trailed his hand further up her shorts before stopping and removing his hand.

She let out a deep breath, her heart beat finally starting to slow back down to normal.

Clara quickly stood up and removed herself from the table with everyone. She washed her plate and put it back in the drying rack. Her mind raced.

"Clean up after yourselves. I'm going to bed." The girl announced, trying to calm down.

"Night," Everyone responded in sync. "Thank you for cooking for me." Zena thanked her, smiling sweetly. She felt like a really shitty person.

"Of course, have a safe flight in the morning." Clara told the girl, disappearing into her bedroom and moving to close the door when a hand stopped her.

To her surprise, it was Ralph. "What did you say to her earlier? She's been acting weird ever since. Look, I know that I took your virginity and all, but you cant be trying to ruin my relationship." He whispered.

"Oh, my God! Is your ego really that high? You think I would try to ruin your relationship just so I could have you to myself?" Clara glared at him.

Ralph covered her mouth with his hand, shushing her. But it was too late. Zena was at the door staring at them both with a heartbroken expression.

"Zena, wait!" They both called out. The girl ignored them, turning to leave the apartment.

"I fucking knew it! I just knew it!" Zena cried, tears spilling all over her face.

The two followed her, causing a scene. Ron, Bob, Mike, and Ricky watched in horror.

Ralph reached for Zena, only for her to turn around and punch him in the jaw.

"Fuck you! I'm fucking pregnant!" Zena shouted. Words could not describe her anger.

Clara felt tears prick at her eyes. She felt so horrible, and she knew that the last thing Zena wanted to hear was her apology right now.

"And you! I thought we were friends! I called you all the time to ask about him and you lied to me!" The broken hearted girl couldn't believe it.

"I'm done with you! Both of you!" Zena finished her rant before leaving and slamming the door behind her. Bobby bursted into laughter and everyone glared at him. His timing was always the worst.

"My bad." He realized no one else was laughing and exited his self from the apartment.

"So um—" Ricky started to say something but Ronnie covered his mouth. Ron then dragged Ricky and Mike out of the apartment, leaving Ralph.

"You're selfish, Ralph. You invited her here, knowing I would have to see y'all together. You don't care about my feelings but expect me to spare yours?" Clara shook her head, scoffing in disbelief.

"I guess we're both selfish. You knew I was dating Zena and still fucked me. Don't try to pin all the blame on me. . .we both fucked up." Ralph cried.

"If I remember it right, you kissed me! The one with the girlfriend! Matter fact, get out!" Clara pushed him out the door, slamming it in his face.

"Fuck," Clara slid down the door, crying. Three hearts shattered in one night.

𝒐𝒐𝒐. AUTHORS NOTE * 𖤐 ༘ミ
talk about messy and dramatic !!!!! clara is not a saint she's so wrong for that and so is ralph !!!!!

anyways ronnie tryna get my girl clara yall he said fuck what her and ralph got going on lmaooo