"Khalil would never." Meeka couldn't help but chuckle and Dior nodded as she braided her hair.
"And she came with the same ol story, she pregnant and blah blah blah." Dior said and Meeka shook her head.
She had to give her an update on the whole Khalil situation.
"What he say?" She asked and Dior shrugged.
"Look it's been four months almost five. We're done. I can't be mad if he gotta a baby on the way." She said and Meeka looked at her.
"Dior you my bitch so ima keep it a bill. Yawl in love, love like that, what yawl been through that doesn't disappear." She said and Dior nodded.
"It hasn't, I love Khalil I really do but I'm not in love wit him anymore, I can't be." She sighed.
"Another five years of this? What a few kids attached while he shower me wit gifts and in and out of jail. The last time was the last time and the last bitch was jus that. " She sighed.
It was the same thing she told herself and had continued to tell herself.
"I mean I like ghetto excellence," Meeka said and Dior rolled her eyes.
It was clear Meeka was team Khalil and Dior couldn't blame her.
Outside of the whole back and forth Khalil was perfect. Dior just couldn't help but feel like he just wasn't for her. Meeka was sure it was the last year. The rumors of Khalil having a side bitch, Him getting arrested, mostly with new women he was dating, and since he had no one else to call he had always called Dior. Usually, she would show up no matter the time, day or night but still she was refusing to answer his calls.
Dior thought it to be useless to block him since he would just get a new number or call block. All he wanted to know was how she was doing and for him, it was enough. Lately, those calls had lessened and Dior was indifferent about missing them.
"Bitch anyway, let's talk about our last few nights out wit Aryia." Dior said and the mood completely changed.
Meeka was no longer laughing a she shifted.
"That night you felt off too?" She asked and Meeka nodded.
"The night my granny passed. Ion I thought it was the drinks but- I mean na she wouldn't put shit in our drinks right?" Dior said and Meeka sighed.
"Honestly I had to stop fuckin wit her and the only reason I said yea last time cause yo ass already invited her." She said as she looked at Dior.
"Damn, excuse me. What am I missin?" Dior asked and Meeka waited a moment before she cleared her throat.
"Look I'm not sayin that some shit happened but... iono." Meeka said rubbing the back of her neck.
Dior looked at her.
"What you mean you don't know?" She asked.
"Before we knew your granny had passed me and Ariya was kickin it at my place and ion I woke up the next mornin in my underwear. I felt like I had taken somethin but you know, ion do drugs." Meeka said and Dior nodded.
"I mean I swear I was up in the middle of the night and she was on top of me, undressin me." She said and she said it in nearly a whisper.
Dior couldn't help but feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
It was Eerily familiar a few weeks ago.
"Yea iono, I jus don't fuck wit her like that so keep her the fuck from round me." She said and Dior nodded.
"Yea sorry to snap that shit jus still got me on edge." Meeka admitted and Dior nodded.
She knew exactly what she meant.
"Yea well I ain't talked to her ever since she saw Amir leave here-" Dior said before she released what she was exactly saying.
"Amir?" Meeka looked at her.
"Not even like that, the night she had us get in the car wit some niggas turned out to be him and his cousin. I uhm actually don't remember how I got home that night but woke up in my draws and a tank top wit Amir bangin at my damn door askin me if I was on drugs." She admitted and Meeka shook her head.
"See now I knew it. That bitch is weird." Meeka said now more sure of what happened.
"When the fuck you and Amir get so close?" Meeka looked at her raising her eyebrow.
"I knew yawl fucked in the bathroom." She laughed pointing at Dior.
"Bitch shut up, we did not fuck in no damn bathroom. we just kinda keep running into each other." She said and Meeka rolled her eyes.
"Runnin' into each other huh?" Meeka said doing a circle with her thumb and pointer on one hand and using the other to poke through it.
"Shut up." Dior laughed climbing up from her couch.
"Na like the night his sister and daddy got shot, my granny died." She said and Meeka nodded turning to her as Dior walked to her kitchen.
"So bitch what is the tea? We bein assaulted, Amir wanna eat you out-" Meeka said and Dior gave her a stale face.
"We are not finna make a joke out of it." Dior said and Meeka shrugged
"Bitch what? I mean I know that bitch Ariya was weird and you jus confirmed it, I don't wanna find out anythin else." Meeka said and Dior sighed.
"Let's talk about somethin that doesn't make me cringe, Amir." Meeka said and Dior rolled her eyes.
"Amir- were jus cool." Dior said as Meeka looked at her waiting for more.
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"It's fine Khalil." Dior said pushing back the chain he had brought back to her.
He sighed as she held her door.
"Jus a couple of minutes?" He said and Dior against her better judgment opened her door and let him in.
"I get it you wanna be done wit me." Khalil looked at her.
"But I know you still love me Dior that shit-" He tried as he grabbed her and she pulled away.
"I love you Khalil, of course I do." She sighed.
"I just can't be in love wit you no more. All the shit I said would happen jus keeps on happenin', What the only thing that's missin is you and jail and a baby on the way wit me." She said and as she looked at him Dior did what she had always done, read his face.
"That's why you wanted to come in? To tell me you have a baby on the way?" She said and Khalil knew the whole statement sounded surreal.
"I really wanted to keep my promise about taking care of you-" Khalil started and Dior was over the whole sad scene.
"Khalil, you really are somethin. What did you come here for?" She said and he grabbed her and he looked at her.
"Dior we can get past-" He said and she mushed his face away from her.
"We can get past a lot of things, not you constantly lyin, not a baby." She said and he looked at her.
"It's supposed to be your baby." He said and she rolled her eyes.
"Get out." She said over the emotions that the day held.
Khalil and his breaking up didn't hurt as much as him clinging to her. It seemed to hurt worse knowing she loved him, he loved her but it just wouldn't work. To add to it his endless apologies only seemed to sting more than usual. Maybe it finally hit them both that they were really done.
Dior held her door open and Khalil sat the chain down with the 'Dior' emblem on the table before walking out.
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"What's goin on?" Amir asked as he and Peyton stood outside of the doctor's office.
He was confused as he stood in his all-white Nike tech jumpsuit.
Amir had told Ten he couldn't make her appointment but as he looked at her he wasn't sure if his agreeing to meet her was a good idea.
"You don't believe me, don't believe the tests or the ultrasounds I brought you so here." She pointed to the door.
Amir looked at her like she was crazy but she ignored him as she pulled him inside of the woman's clinic.
Peyton was in a pair LV sneakers, a plain white tee, and what Amir was sure were fashion Nova jeans.
"Peyton, ion got time for this-" He started and before he could finish he was cut off.
"Peyton Michaels." The nurse walked out and Peyton waved her hand before pulling Amir with her.
"So how have you been?" The nurse smiled at her.
"Good, just wanting to do a follow-up and bring dad." She said and Amir didn't even say anything.
He honestly was caught off guard and to keep from coming off like being an asshole he remained quiet.
They walked to the back where they were given a room and of course, Peyton was instructed to change.
"I'll give you a minute." He said and she ignored him already pulling off her shirt.
"It's fine, nun you ain't see." She said and Amir made sure to turn to give her privacy.
It was awkward but he didn't know what else he could do but sit there since he was already there.
He figured worst-case scenario he would find out the truth.
Amir sat there in his thoughts while Peyton put on the hospital gown and took a seat on the table.
"You'll see." She said confidently before the doctor entered.
The entire time Amir was quiet as he listened and looked over at Peyton to only see she was actually happy, not a fake smile she put on nor was she masking.
It was like the last month, almost two months changed her.
as he looked her over, she didn't look pregnant.
"Miss Michaels, looks like your back again just for a check-up?" The doctor asked as Peyton nodded.
Amir practically ignored everything that was going on.
The only thing that caught his attention was the heartbeat.
For the last ten minutes, he had tuned out, all the way until the thumps came through loudly.
"See." Peyton said turning to Amir who the first time had an expression on his face.
It was more of a look of loss and disbelief.
"So you are 11 weeks today." The doctor said and Amir couldn't even believe what he was hearing as he looked at Peyton who looked happy.
Amir was processing the fact that she was actually pregnant.
"When can we do a DNA test?" He asked and the doctor was as surprised as Amir was when he heard the heartbeat.
To say the least, his question set the mood for the rest of the appointment. Peyton was pissed as the doctor seemed to be uncomfortable. It wasn't as if Amir asked anything unreasonable, or at least he didn't think he did.
After another 20 minutes, they wrapped up and Peyton changed back into her clothes.
"Iono why you actin like this? Like why aren't we back to normal?" Peyton said opening the room door.
He looked at her as he did he realized she was serious.
"Look this some shit I need to take in and process." He said being honest.
He was not expecting her to be pregnant and honestly, he couldn't say it wasn't his as he let out a sigh.
Another reminder for him that he was his father's son.
"What so you happy to have a baby wit ya side bitch but not me?" She said and Amir really wasn't up for the conversation she was trying to force on him.
"P chill ight?" He said and she smirked grabbing his arm feeling like a victor as they walked to exit the clinic.
"We can finally talk about us, the baby." She said and he had wished he hadn't chosen to show up.
As she continued to ramble he practically ignored her.
Amir was in a trance as she tugged him along and the only thing that stopped him was him looking at Ten who was now 4 months pregnant and walking right past him to check in for her appointment.
"Ten-" He started.
"I'm here for my appointment." She said checking in and making sure Amir knew she was ignoring him.
He already knew how Ten got down.
She didn't take any bullshit and even with them not together he had respected her more than how the current scene looked.
He knew it looked crazy with Peyton hugging his arm and them walking out of the clinic as she held a set of ultrasounds.
He didn't even bother knowing that Peyton would cause a scene and either way it went it was a likely chance Ten was going to make things hard for him.