Destiny calls Larry and tells him that Isaiah and Brooke had their prom night at Sharra’s house

 The phone rang just as Larry was about to sit down, the quiet of the evening settling around him like a fragile peace. He glanced at the screen—Destiny.

Something about that name flashing at that hour made his chest tighten.

He answered. “Hey… everything okay?”

There was a pause on the other end. Not silence exactly—more like someone deciding how to drop a bomb without making it sound like one.

“Larry,” Destiny finally said, her voice low but steady, “you need to know something… before it gets twisted into something else.”

Larry leaned forward, his grip tightening on the phone. “Just say it.”

Another pause. Then—

“Isaiah and Brooke… they didn’t go where they said they were going after prom.”

Larry frowned. “What do you mean? They said they were with friends—at some after-party.”

“They were,” Destiny replied. “Just not the kind of party you’re thinking.”

His stomach dropped. “Destiny… where were they?”

“At Sharra’s house.”

The words landed heavy.

For a moment, Larry didn’t respond. He just stared at the wall, his mind racing to connect dots that suddenly didn’t feel random anymore.

“Sharra?” he repeated slowly. “You’re sure?”

“I wouldn’t be calling you if I wasn’t,” Destiny said. “I saw them. Not just them—there were others too. But Isaiah and Brooke… they stayed the longest.”

Larry stood up now, pacing the room. “That doesn’t make sense. Sharra said she wasn’t even hosting anything.”

“That’s the thing,” Destiny said, her tone sharpening. “She wasn’t supposed to be.”

A long silence followed.

Larry rubbed his forehead. “What exactly are you saying, Destiny?”

“I’m saying,” she replied carefully, “that what started as a small get-together turned into something bigger… louder… messier. And Isaiah and Brooke weren’t just passing through. They were part of it.”

Larry exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. “Were they drinking? Was there trouble?”

“I didn’t see everything,” Destiny admitted. “But I saw enough to know it wasn’t just some harmless hangout. Music blasting, people coming and going… neighbors were already complaining. It could’ve gone bad real fast.”

Larry stopped pacing.

“And you’re telling me now because…?”

“Because if this gets back to the wrong people first,” Destiny said, “it’s going to look a lot worse than it already does. And I figured you’d want the truth—not some edited version.”

Larry sat down again, the weight of the situation settling in.

Isaiah. Brooke. Prom night.

What should’ve been a milestone—a night of photos, laughter, and memories—had suddenly turned into something uncertain, something messy.

“Did anyone else see them?” Larry asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Destiny replied. “More than a few. That’s why I’m telling you—this isn’t going to stay quiet for long.”

Larry nodded to himself, even though she couldn’t see him.

“Alright,” he said. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Just… handle it carefully,” Destiny added. “They’re not kids anymore, but they’re not exactly thinking like adults either.”

“I know,” Larry said.

They hung up.

The room felt different now—heavier, tense.

Larry stared at his phone, debating his next move. Call Isaiah? Call Brooke? Or wait?

He knew one thing for sure—

This wasn’t just about a party.

It was about trust. Boundaries. And the thin line between growing up and losing control.

And tonight, that line had definitely been crossed