Chapter 18

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Imani POV

I said wowww.

What the fuck I be doing to get treated this way? All I do is chill...

Cheating one thing been there... but get caught lacking and get a bitch pregnant is another.

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I'm sitting in class... I'm pretty sure people might know about Emily considering she's going everywhere telling people that she pregnant, like it's something to be proud of.

She's 17 and prego, and knowing damn well she can't support that baby financially, mentally,  emotionally, physically and even properly.

However, I haven't seen gio... Giovanni.

He hasn't blown my phone up with calls or texts, prolly giving me my space.

Or it's the fact that you blocked him?

As the bell rings, signaling that school is finally over and I'm free of people asking me if I'm 'ok' , angelina and attona talking about how they are going to jump Giovanni, and so much school work shit that is not gonna get done til last minute.

Walking down the hallway I see both angelina and attona, I turn the other way.

Look I love them but sometimes they can be doing too much... I just want to be alone and maybe even talk to gio about what the hell is going on.

I didn't see the pregnancy test, I just heard their conversation. And that was enough for me.

Getting out of school, I turn and start walking to — I know— an empty park.

I go there a lot to eat, think, cry, or even just when I want to feel alone.

Yea I know... fucking sad.

I stop in my tracks to look down at my phone texting my dad, since it's his days, that imma be out for a few hours.

My music blasting in my ear P Power by Gunna ft Drake.

I look up from my phone and look around just to come face to face with someone I did not want to see, at least right now.

I roll my eyes and continue to make my way to the park.

His car slowly trailing behind me until I make it to the park, he stops.

"Imani." He calls. Ignore him, "Bella, please can we talk?"

"For what? Emily is somewhere pregnant with your chi- ", he cuts me off. "That's not my fucking child and you know that."

I roll my eyes and start walking to the bench. This park is luckily empty.

So if I 'accidentally' have to murder him... no one will see.

He parks his car, gets out then start making his way towards me.

He sits directly in-front of me but I don't look from my bag, which I'm currently taking out my books and computer.

I start to do my math homework, I was so in the zone — of knowing I'm gonna fail this shit — I forget the wigga was here.

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