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August
When I made it to the house, I seen Lola was already here. On my way here, I was thinking about what she could possibly want.
I walked in and locked the door behind me before walking into the living room where I knew she'd be.
"What's up?" I sat my keys down on the coffee table and sat next to her.
"You look like you've been crying, what's wrong with you?" She touched my probably red cheeks.
"Found our one of the dudes at the shelter was killed."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." She touched my arm. "I'm sorry for bothering you."
"Nah, I need a distraction anyway so what you gotta tell me."
"I... Remember that day I woke up feeling sick? And you asked me what I ate and all that?"
"Yea.." I frowned.
"I went to the doctors and turns out I'm not sick."
"Aight, that's good. So what you tellin' me this fa'?"
"August, I'm pregnant." She kinda smiled. "And you're the only guy I've been with."
My jaw kinda dropped and I sat up.
"How far along is you?"
"Two months. I'm sorry to drop it on you the way I did, I was actually pretty nervous about telling you. I didn't want you to be mad or-.."
"Nah, I'm not mad. Just shocked a little."
"So-.."
She stopped talking when she saw my phone start ringing. Celiné picture popped up.
"Who's Celiné?" She frowned.
"One of my friends." I clicked the green icon. "Wassup?"
"Where'd you go? Are you okay?"
"Yea, I'm straight. I came back to the house."
"Okay.. I just wanted to make sure you were good. I'm sorry if I made you mad."
"It's cool. Look, Ima call you back in the morning."
"Alright, talk to you later."
I hung up the phone and Lola didn't look too pleased.
"She's just a friend?"
"Yea." I got up and walked to my room.
Celiné
"Please lay down, boo bear. Mommy is sleepy." I rocked Chad back and forth as he was whining. He was so tired yet he was fighting his sleep.
"Hey, girl." Janice walked in, scaring the hell out of me.
"When did you get here?" I frowned.
"Just now, duh. It wasn't hard to find your spare key. I don't know why y'all all got spares anyway. Ain't nobody welcomed in my crib." She sat down.
"What're you here for?"
"To drop this off. Your mail is still being sent to my address." She handed me two envelopes. "One is from the devil himself." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh god.." I sighed. I sat the envelopes down and continued to try to put Chad to sleep. "I just don't understand why he won't leave me alone."
"Because, he knows how you are and he thinks you'll be weak and back down from this fight."
"He knows I'm gonna get Chad anyway. I have nothing on my background.. he has absolutely nothing on me."
"True." She shrugged. "I just came to give you that though, not to talk." She stood. "I have to get to work with these raggedy hoes." She sighed.
"Have fun." I giggled. "Don't fall."
"Fuck you!" She yelled out, making Chad start crying again.
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Janice
When I got to work, I noticed I was the only one here. These girls are always late.
"Hey, Jan." Tj, our manager, spoke to me.
"Wassup." I gave him dap. Me and Tj were like brother and sister, he knew his boundaries when it came to me.
I walked in the back so I could start getting ready, and a few minutes after, Lola walks in.
Me and her were not really friends anymore because she just seems so sneaky to me.
"God, I need a drink." She groaned.
I turned around and watched her pour some Ciroc in her glass.
"Alcoholic." I mumbled.
"What'd you say?" She looked at me.
"I called you an alcoholic." I smiled.
"Look, I don't know what your issue is with me but I wish you'd stop picking with me because I'm the wrong bitch to be messed with." She walked over to me.
"That's supposed to scare me?" I laughed.
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and walked back over to her station.
I really do not like her. I don't get good vibes from her and I never have.
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