Dre snickered glancing up to see if his teacher was watching. When the coast was clear, he continued drawing boobs on a piece of paper. Crumbling it up, he tossed it across the room hitting one of the girls in his class.

He watched as she opened it up and look over at him. He blew her a kiss and she flipped him off, crumping the paper up again. The bell rung and his teacher started talking, but he ignored him rushing out the class.

"DREZZY DRE!" Mike shouted running up to him.

"Wassup nigga." Dre said dapping his friend up. The two started walking down the hall heading to their lockers.

"So, what's the wave today man? I'm tired of sitting in the house." Mike said and Dre shrugged his shoulders.

"Ion even know really. You know my guardians are strict and shit." Dre said and Mike smack his lips.

"That couldn't be me at all. Didn't you say ole dude be hitting you and shit?" Mike asked, Dre sigh nodding his head.

Demetrius hit him a lot whenever he did something stupid which was always. Constance always helped him out in certain situations and she even yelled at Demi whenever he took things too far. She basically was his lifeline and he appreciated her a lot.

"Yeah, but he doesn't do it often, only to discipline me and shit." Dre shrugged approaching his locker. He opened it and started taking his books out.

"I still wouldn't let that shit happen. Imma have to fight ole dude, but don't he have a girlfriend?" Mike asked and Dre nodded his head, shutting his locker door.

"Her name Constance and she bad as fuck." Dre answered putting his bag on his back. The two continued walking and talking, heading out the school building and walking home.

"How bad like on a scale of one to ten?" Mike questioned and Dre smirk.

"Sheesh, imma give her a full on ten."

"Well, then nigga lemme see a pic of her. And she better be bad as fuck like you say she is." Dre smack his lips taking his phone out his pocket.

He went on Instagram going to Constance page. He chose a picture and Mike snatched his phone out his hand.

"Goddamn." Mike exclaimed as he stare at the picture. Dre shook his head at him as Mike continued fascinating over Constance.

He understood why he was staring so hard because she was really pretty. If she was around his age then most definitely Dre would've been had her.

"Nigga, she's bad as hell and fucking thick. If I was living with her, most definitely I would've bone her." Mike mentioned handing Dre his phone back.

"She's pretty and all, but she taken and too old for us." He said walking up to the group of drop out teens that stood in front of the store.

"Wassup, Stan." He said while dapping up the white teenager.

"Wassup, man. You sold what I gave you?" Stan asked, Dre nodded his head unzipping his bag. He took out the stack of money then handed it to Stan.

"Good, I have some more stuff you can sell while your at it." Stan told him as one of his friends handed Dre little baggies of drugs, secretively.

Dre look at the baggies before putting them in his pockets. "I won't be able to have your money until next week. My folks lowkey be watching me." he told Stan and he nodded his head.

"Do whatever you gotta do homie, just get my money. Aight?"

Dre nodded his head, "Yeah, I gotchu. I'll see y'all." him and Mike dapped up the boys then started walking again.

"You better hope your people don't find that shit or that's ya ass."

"I know that shit."

Abortion side effects, Constance typed into Google then pressed the searched button. She dug her spoon into the jar of peanut butter, eating it as she looked for her answer on one of the many websites that came up.

She wanted to research what she was about to get herself into. She didn't want to have a baby as sad as it was. She wasn't ready, at least not now. Too much was going on and she knew for sure a baby was going to get in the way. She still haven't told Demetrius that she was pregnant and she wasn't planning on to either.

She knew that if she did tell him then it would result in him begging her to keep the baby. And even though, a part of her thought it would be nice to have a child and raise a family with Demi.

However, the voices in her head said otherwise.

"Baby!" Demetrius shouted as he walked in the house. He shut the door behind him then walked in the dinning room.

"Hey-are you eating peanut butter by itself?" He asked once he seen Constance sitting at the table, a jar of Skippy peanut butter in front of her.

She licked her spoon then answered, "Yup." she replied dryly.

"That's not dry?" Demi asked, amazed.

Constance look at the jar then shrugged her shoulders. "Yup, and it get stuck on the roof of my mouth. But, I'm still eating it." she remarked and Demi slowly nodded his head.

"Okayyyy, you know if your hungry I can get you something to eat, right?"

"Well aware, Demetrius, but I wanna eat peanut butter instead so stop asking." she told him going back on her phone.

Demetrius squinted his eyes at her. He noticed she was cranky a lot lately. He wasn't sure what was going on with her and even when he asked, she completely ignored his question. Or give him that same ole 'I'm fine' line. He wanted to know what was wrong with her, but it was starting to feel like he was talking to a brick wall with her.

Before he could say anything, Dre walked over to him. "Yo, can I go to courts with Mike?" He asked Demi.

"Yeah, just be back before the street lights come on." Demetrius told him and he nodded his head. Before he walked out the house, Dre put his attention on Constance.

"Are you eating peanut butter?" He asked the same question Demi asked.

Constance roll her eyes, "Y'all see me eating this shit right? Okay, so why the fuck y'all keep asking like y'all don't have fucking eyes. Last time I checked, both of y'all have 20/20 fucking vision. So, stop asking dumb ass questions." She snapped, getting up from the table.

She bumped into the two of them, heading out the dining room and going upstairs. Dre and Demetrius furrowed their brows then look at each other.

"Girls are demons while they're on their period. Imma pray for you." Dre said, patting Demetrius shoulder then walking out.

Demetrius shook his head then went upstairs. Hearing his footsteps, Constance shut the bathroom door then locked it. She sat on the tile floor, tossing her head back. Once Demetrius walked in the room and seen the bathroom door closed, he let out a sigh walking to it.

"Why you always locking yourself in the bathroom?" He asked fiddling with the knob. She roll her eyes ignoring his question.

"Constance, I know you hear me." he said knocking on the door.

"OH MY GOD DEMETRIUS, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE JESUS CHRIST!" She yelled at him. It was quiet for a second before he replied.

"Aight." she heard him say before it went quiet again. She brung her knees up to her chest then putting her head on her knees.

Demetrius took a seat on the couch, tossing his head back. He wasn't sure what was going on with Constance, but he was going to give her, her space since it was well needed. He hope whatever she was going through, she got through it fast because it was starting to become a problem to Demi.

He was starting to dislike the new her.

a. Dre selling drugs gonna backfire sooner or later...

b. what y'all think about Constance wanting an abortion? what about her not telling Demetrius she's pregnant?

c. y'all think her moods gonna get in the way of their relationship?

d. thoughts? opinions? questions?