Dt DanaChristineEdwards . This is part one of 2 of this Latrelle imagine I hope you like it and request more. In this imagine the reader is related to Monse so yea. Inspired by Brent Faiyaz song invite me🚨WARNING SLIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD🚨
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Screw him. Screw him was the only thing on your mind. You had been at your moms place attempting to chose between Freeridge and Brentwood when you had discovered it. Latrelle had posted a picture of him all up on some girl. Tears soon blurred your vision, as your body trembled with anger.
Aggressively chucking your phone, Monse took notice of you. "What's up with you?" Monse asked. Silenced by betrayal, you lifted your finger gingerly in the direction of your phone. Slightly annoyed, Monse grabbed your phone inspecting the scene of the crime. Monse's face contorted in disgust back to uneasiness. Her eyes anxiously glanced from you to your phone.
Gulping loudly Monse began "Y/n maybe that's just his sister.... even though it says 'my bo-'" Monse abruptly stops. Her fingers twiddling and tapping in regret. Calming down, you shift your body in her direction trying to find her gaze as it shifted in terror. "Mo mo whats wrong?" You asked in a coy voice. Swiftly, Monse turns away from you. "Monse?" You ask again, now irritated by her quietness.
"What would you do if I hypothetically liked the picture?" Monse quickly babbled. Squinting at Monse, you rush to see the mess your sister made. Before you could reach her Monse your phone started to ring, "Give me my phone Mo mo and I won't hurt you!" Shaking her head in fear, you two began to wrestle for your phone. The sound of your phone connecting was unapparent to both of you. Still fighting, you yank Monse's hair "Monse why the hell would you do that!" You screamed. "It was an accident! And plus why are you so set that he's over you!?" She screamed back.
Embarrassed, you stopped fighting her "Monse he made up his mind.. and-and clearly I'm not what he needs or wants." You say solemnly. Taking in your words, Monse stops and looks at you with pity. Unbeknownst to you two, the sound of static soon became a voice. "Hello?" Scared, the two of you dropped your phone. Slowly, you pick up your phone and motioned for Monse to be quiet. "Yea?" You hum a response to the caller. A deep masculine voice begins, "Can we talk?"..............
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