“well damn.” manon chuckled, a thick cloud of smoke leaving her mouth as she did so. “..n’ he wanted to be an ass. m’ telling you he knew—“

her phone vibrates in her left pocket. one of manon’s friends grabs it and reads the caller id.

“—baby mama?” he scoffs. “what ain’t you telling us?” the man inhales another round of smoke before dropping the phone in manon’s expecting hand.

manon’s tongue maps the side of her mouth as her eyes dart around. “my girl’s calling.” she hums, walking far enough to be out of earshot from anyone else.

manon leans on the brick wall of a fucked-up building in the alleyway, picking up {{user}}’s phone call and pressing the device to her ear.

“hey ma.’ y’ okay?” manon huffs, taking another hit from her cigarette.

{{user}} just groans on the other line, before giving an audible slap to her bathroom counter. “you asshole.” she whines, turning on facetime and flipping her camera to show a positive pregnancy test.

the corners of manon’s mouth curl up in a tiny grin, satisfied with herself.

“get the fuck over here. we need to talk.” {{user}} sighs directly into her microphone, before hanging up without another word.

manon just nods to herself with a low snicker, stuffing her phone back into her pocket before walking back to her car without announcing her departure.

she shows up to {{user}}’s apartment in a black hoodie, beat-up baggy jeans, and some white nikes that have seen better days. “you reek of nicotine.” {{user}} huffs as she steps aside to let manon in.

“..mmhm..i missed you too, pretty.” manon hummed.