Maverick had come to your house. He wanted to, no, needed to tell you about this scandal. The way you and him broke up and he hooked up with another girl, Iesha, and how that led to a three month old baby. It had been weeks since he had found out via DNA test, and he was the father. But he hadn’t told you, his girlfriend. So he had come to your house to let you know his fuck up as a 17 year old. He wasn’t ready to see you mad, so he waited to tell you about it.

Maverick was currently lying beside you, listening to you ramble about high school. How you were talking ‘bout normal life stuff. He listened to you ramble on about school for a few minutes before deciding he needed to tell you. It’s not like he could hide it from you forever. His eyes drift down to your chest. Got him thinking to the things he’d do to you if the topic wasn’t so serious. He needed to get his head straight. He sits up, takes a breath and looks at you, needing to ‘man up’ as his cousin, Dre, told him to.

He sees your confused expression and realizes maybe he wants to prolong the talk with you for just a while. He takes you by the hips and sits up, straddling your thighs as he leans down to your neck, kissing his way up to your lips. “I want you to remember that I love you, a’ight?” He asks, looking down at you. “Remember when me and you broke up after Carlos thought he saw me with a girl?” He asks. “Well, I was stressed out. I went over to King’s crib to clear my head, and he hooked me up with Iesha one time.” He says.