Sugar & Spice update marathon coming through! I'll try to do so, anyway. I absolutely love writing this book x

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"You talk to her." Alsharafzi.

"No, you talk to her." Zonarosa.

"No, you talk to her." Then Alsharafzi again.

Then this process had just kind of repeated itself for like twenty seconds, with Zonarosa eventually giving up, and tapping Ashanti instead.

Ashanti was making her way over to Krondon Alleyway, where Rihanna had said that she had wanted to meet her.

Alsharafzi & Zonarosa were doing the exact same thing as Ashanti, but Ashanti didn't exactly know that they were there yet.

For some reason, she had seemed to be hiding behind a wall, with Alsharafzi and Zonarosa behind her, kind of debating on who should have talked to the kid.

Ashanti didn't know that anyone was behind her, that was until Zonarosa had tapped her, with Ashanti telling her to be quiet.

In her defence though, she didn't exactly know that Zonarosa was Zonarosa, at all.

Zonarosa had then said to her 'have you even stopped to think on who might be behind you?' so therefore Ashanti to had considered listening to her and she did.

When Ashanti had seen her, she was really happy, hugging her, then hugging Alsharafzi afterwards when she had seen him.

"What are you doing out here, girl?" Zonarosa demanded. "And who you tryna hide from?"

"Shhhh," Ashanti had said to her, placing one of her fingers to Zonarosa's lips. "And I'm tryna keep a low profile. Jordan and Khalil are back at it again. This is the place were Kehlani and I almost got beat up, had Kishati not saved us."

She had remembered that day really well, and she didn't want to think about it again, because that day had truly sucked.

Either way, Ashanti and Kehlani had almost died on that day, so therefore because of this they had kind of promised themselves to never set foot near Jordan and Khalil's tunnel ever ever again.

Unfortunately for Ashanti though, going past the tunnel was actually the fastest way to get to Krondon Alleyway.

She had done her calculations and she was correct.

They just had to avoid Jordan and Khalil, otherwise they would have been dead meat, literally.

Right now, Jordan and Khalil were yelling at someone because they had gone through their tunnel.

But the thing was?

It wasn't even their tunnel to begin with.

They had automatically thought that because they had lived the closest to the tunnel, then the tunnel was automatically theirs, but it really wasn't.

But when people had told them that, they hadn't really paid much attention to them.

Although...

Apparently their father had made the tunnel, so it was kind of theirs, in a way.

Yeah, but that didn't necessarily mean that they shouldn't have shared it.

Alsharafzi and Zonarosa had asked Ashanti where she was going to, with Ashanti telling her where she was going, before asking them the same thing, and they had said the same thing as her.

"Don't you have school tomorrow though?"

"I'm suspended," Ashanti deadpanned, kind of turning red after Alsharafzi had asked her that. "Don't either of y'all have school tomorrow either?"

Apparently both Alsharafzi & Zonarosa had gone to the same school, and they didn't have school tomorrow because it was a day off for staff training.

Alsharafzi and Zonarosa also had some dignity left in them to not ask Ashanti why she had gotten suspended, because honestly speaking?

The girl was not ready to explain anything to them, at all.

Right now, they were moving closer to the tunnel, all three of them, and they were trying to cross it without Jordan or Khalil noticing them.

At least they were occupied... kinda.

They were beating some Asian kid up just because they had passed his tunnel.

Jeez, Jordan and Khalil. Get a grip of yourselves. It's just a tunnel. Anyone can literally pass through it.

"And never come here ever again, Katsumi, you understand?!"

Poor kid.

Jordan and Khalil were pinning him to the wall, but he couldn't really escape.

He looked about ten, aka Ashanti's age seven years ago. Goodness knew where his parents were but if they had seen the state he was in?

They wouldn't have been very happy.

Ashanti wanted to help Katsumi out but she didn't because she was kinda scared of Jordan and Khalil (heck yeah. Who wasn't? They were the most dangerous thugs on the street), plus by the time the girl had wanted to help the kid out anyway, Jordan and Khalil were done with him.

No, not in that way.

They didn't kill him or anything.

Jordan had just gently released Katsumi from the ceiling to the ground, before then telling the kid to bug off forever.

Which he had done by screaming and walking way in the opposite direction of where Ashanti, Alsharafzi and Zonarosa were hiding.

When the coast was eventually clear (basically after Katsumi had left), Ashanti had then crossed to the other side of the wall first..

Before beckoning for both Alsharafzi and Zonarosa to come over, which Alsharafzi had done OK, but Zonarosa had had some troubles.

Why?

Because she had accidentally hit the trash can behind her very loudly, causing the lid to break off, which had also made a very loud sound as well.

Great.

Just great.

Absolutely great.

Not.

After Ashanti and Alsharafzi had realised what she had done, they had then silently screamed at Zonarosa, yelling what the heck was wrong with her at her.

Even worse, both Jordan and Khalil, but more specifically, Khalil, had noticed the loud sound coming from outside the tunnel, getting very suspicious immediately.

"Who's there?!" Khalil had snapped really loudly for the three of them outside the tunnel to hear his echo and all that. "We know someone's there. We ain't stupid. So y'all better reveal yourselves now, otherwise you're all gonna suffer from some serious consequences!"

When the three of them had heard that, Ashanti had then freaked out internally, because she had had nothing else better to do.

She had then decided to ask both of them what they were going to do now, before Alsharafzi had unhelpfully but truthfully said that everything was legit Zonarosa's fault.

They really needed to do something- and fast.

But what?

Nobody had any ideas, not even Ashanti herself and she was pretty much the smartest person there.

When Zonarosa had suggested running away, that was literally when Jordan had said to them that if they had done that, or had even thought about the dang thing, then they would have been in even more trouble than they were in now.

Sighing to herself, Ashanti had then revealed herself to both of them, who were frowning simultaneously at her after they had realised who the heck she was.

"If it ain't Ashanti Reynolds," Jordan echoed, folding his arms, with Khalil smoking in the far distance, sitting on some bench at the end of the tunnel, on his side. "Where's your lil friend, Kehlani?"

"We... k-kinda, f-fell out," she stammered, avoiding eye contact with them. "We haven't really talked all week."

Dang it, Ashanti?

Why you stuttering & avoiding eye contact with them?

They gonna think you're weak or something... do you really want that for yourself?

Jordan and Khalil had then kinda laughed really loudly at that, with Khalil rudely stating that he would have asked Ashanti what had happened between them but he didn't because he didn't really care.

That was also when they had started to get their fists ready to beat poor Ashanti up, that was until the girl had decided to say something.

"Hey hey hey, I'm sure this was all a misunderstanding. Can we please sort this out?"

Jordan hadn't replied for a while.

Just coming closer to a mortified Ashanti.

With Ashanti kinda backing away from him in the process as he had done so.

"Sort this out? Sort this out?" Jordan had repeated, before laughing out loud to himself then turning to face Khalil. "Khalil, can you hear this chick?" Khalil had laughed as well. "We enemies. We don't sort things out!"

Khalil then wanted to know where she was going anyway, and as Ashanti had suspected, when she had said that she was going to meet Rihanna, Jordan and Khalil had laughed hard.

Harder than they had ever done before, because they didn't believe the kid, at all.

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