Chapter 40

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I'm leaving today and I still feel bad about what happened last night. I cried all night and some this morning. When I looked in the mirror, my eyes were red and puffy. Great. While I was in the bathroom wiping my face, the doorbell rang. I slowly walked to the door to open it.

"Hey! You re- what's wrong?" Blake asked sympathetically.

"I still feel bad."

I got my bags, but Blake took them out of my hands. He rested his arms on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"Listen, you have got to stop beating yourself up over this. It's not like Monique hates you; she knows you tried to help her."

He kissed my forehead and I gave him a weak smile. He took my bags out to the car, I locked the door and we left. When we got to the airport, DJ and Monique were already there. Monique was sitting down listening to music, so I used this time to talk to Blake and DJ.

"Can y'all please look out for her. Like if you're not too busy, keep her company. I don't want her to be around Troy, but I don't want her to be alone either," I said.

"Of course," Blake said.

I gave them both a hug, then went to talk to Monique. She took her earbuds out as soon as I sat down.

"Nique, I'm s-"

"Briana, don't you dare apologize to me again. I know you tried to help me. I'm glad I have a friend like you to help me the way you did."

She gave me a hug and started crying, which of course made me cry.

"You know you can always stay at the house if you need to."

She nodded and I gave her one last hug before leaving. I waved at the three of them and got on the plane.


The next day

I didn't go to school this morning because I was exhausted. When I got in from work, I instantly took a shower. I got out, put on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt, got on my laptop and checked twitter.

"My timeline is so boring," I said to myself quietly.

I logged off of twitter and signed onto tumblr. I just started using it again because I prefer it over everything else. Recently, some of Blake's fans found my tumblr and it has been pretty wild.

When I logged on, I had 100+ messages and decided to look through them. A lot of them basically said the same thing, but one of them stood out to me.

Anonymous said:
Is it true?

I was confused because that's all the message said and I didn't know what this person was talking about. I stopped scrolling through the messages to check my notifications. I noticed someone tagged me in a post, so I checked it out. It was a link to an LA Times article about Blake. The headline read: Clippers' Blake Griffin has baby boy.

I honestly thought it was fake, but then I remembered this is the LA Times. I wanted to know if it was true, but I figured it would be rude to ask. Fuck it, I'm gonna ask. I grabbed my phone and dialed Blake's number.

Blake: Hey!
Me: Hey, are you home?
Blake: Yeah
Me: Are you busy?
Blake: No
Me: Aight, hold on

I called him on Skype because I wanted to see his face when I asked this. As soon as his face popped up on the screen, I hung up the phone.

"So what's up?" he asked.

"You got a kid my nigga?" I asked bluntly. I didn't mean for it to come out like that, but I don't know how to be subtle.

He just scratched the back of his head and nodded.


"You got a kid my nigga?" she asked.


I scratched the back of my head and nodded. That's all I really could do.

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"Someone sent me a link to an article about it."

"I wanted to tell you myself, but I didn't know how. She's my ex, but she means nothing to me, I promise. I'm sor-"

"Yo!" she interrupted, "It's okay; just calm down. What's his name?" she asked smiling.


"Does he look like you or her?"

"I think he looks like me."

"AWW, I bet he's adorable!!"

I was officially confused. I thought she would be mad that I didn't tell her, but she seems pretty okay with it.

"Wait, you're not mad?" I asked.

"Nah. Why would I be?"

"I don't know, I just thought you would be since I didn't tell you myself," I said.

"It's cool. You were honest when I asked, so that's all that matters," she said giving me a reassuring smile, "oh Blake I gotta go my dad's here, but I'll talk to you later."

"Alright. Bye."


After the call ended, I changed into basketball shorts and a t-shirt, then went to the gym. I feel better knowing Briana knows the truth.

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