how we came to be | ❝ you were nothing I ever expected, but ended up being everything I ever wanted ❞
This is the story of how Monse and Latrelle came to be MONTRELLE.
ON MY BLOCK x ALL AMERICAN CROSSOVER
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OLIVIA BAKER POV
"Are you sure that you're okay, Latrelle?" I asked him once again. I'm just honestly worried. I've never seen him so worked up before.
"I'm fine. Jamal just has anger issues."
"I believe you, Trelle."
I got the nickname Trelle from Coop. I guess Latrelle and I are on a nickname basis now. I mean, we're pretty close.
And I'm close to Coop too, but she's been kinda standoffish since Math. She didn't even want to hang with us today, so it's really just been Latrelle and I kicking it all day.
"OLIVIA!" a familiar man shouted.
I looked at my dad. "Oh, dad!"
I glanced over at Trelle and saw his face pale a little bit.
"Football practice starts today, so I can't go home for at least another two hours," Dad told me.
"Meaning that you can't drive me home," I grumbled.
"Exactly. So either you can wait, or have your brother come pick you up in his car."
I looked at him and spoke with an attitude. "Remind me why the irresponsible twin has all of the car privileges?"
"Because he has the license. So you staying or leaving?"
No way am I staying here. Which means that I have to ask my brother for a favor. Yay.
I let out a long sigh. "I'll text Jordan."
"Alright." He kissed my head. "See you at home."
As dad walked off, I furrowed my eyebrows and spoke to Latrelle. "You sure he knows you? He didn't say a word to you."
Latrelle responded as I texted Jordan. "Maybe he's mad that I rejected his offer of joining the football team."
I snorted. "I don't think he'd be that petty."
Then Jordan replied.
JORDAN : Be there soon.
Unfortunately.
I huffed and put my phone away. "Well Jordan's coming."
