She Missed Her Period… And I Already Told MELISSA?! — Mike FREAKS OUT as Sonny Starts Acting PREGNANT! 🔥
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She Missed Her Period… And I Already Told MELISSA?! — Mike FREAKS OUT as Sonny Starts Acting PREGNANT! 🔥
[Scene opens inside the classroom. The coach is talking trades, but Mike can’t focus. His eyes are heavy, and his thoughts even heavier.]
Coach:
"Mike, you alright over there? You snorin’ like you just ran a marathon!"
Mike (rubbing his eyes):
"My bad, Coach. I was up all night… studyin’. Just tired."
Coach (half-laughing):
"Yeah, well study some caffeine while you’re at it. Go grab some coffee."
[Mike stands up but barely moves. His friend Trey slides over next to him, whispering low.]
Trey:
"Yo, you heard Sonny ain’t in today?"
Mike (alert now):
"Yeah, they said she sick. Stomach or somethin’. You think…?"
Trey:
"She said she was throwin’ up. Jocelyn told Raffy. Raffy told me. Classic signs, bro."
Mike (heart pounding):
"Throwin’ up? Missed period… I—" [pauses, then exhales] "Bro, I told Melissa."
Trey (eyes wide):
"You what?! You told Melissa? The firecracker light-skin with the short temper?!"
Mike:
"I ain’t mean to! I just— I thought it was over! I ain’t even confirm nothin’ yet!"
Trey:
"Man, you wrote your own death sentence. You told your live-in girl that you might have a baby with Sonny… and now Sonny out here showin’ symptoms?!"
Mike (pacing):
"I didn’t think it’d get real like this! It was just a cruise… some fun… I ain’t expect no ‘baby daddy symptoms’ to hit me like a slap!"
Trey:
"You sure you the only one she was with?"
Mike:
"I mean… yeah. Boat. Bathroom. Everywhere. It was… it was me, bro."
Trey:
"And now you wanna text Melissa and tell her again?"
Mike:
"Nah, I already did that dumb move. I'm thinkin' I just disappear for the day. Clear my mind."
Trey:
"You about to ditch class over this?!"
Mike:
"I can’t even focus on no option chain, no sniper trade, none of that. My mind's stuck on throw up and baby names!"
Trey (grabbing his shoulder):
"Listen, you need to breathe. First thing: don’t talk to Melissa unless you got confirmation. Second: pray Sonny just got food poisoning."
Mike:
"I’m living with a maybe-baby mama on one side and a definitely-gonna-kill-me girlfriend on the other."
Trey (half-laughing):
"Man, you ain't got no ‘baby daddy symptoms’… you got ‘bad decision syndrome’!"
[Mike exhales, grabs his bag, and walks out the door slowly.]
Mike (mumbling):
"Coach, tell the market I’ll trade tomorrow. Today… I gotta survive."
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