"I really don't have time for this shit right now, Nas," I snapped into the phone. I was running around my apartment like a chicken with its head cut off because I was becoming increasingly late to my meeting with Tabitha. "I have a busy ass day today and the last thing I need on my mind is you and all this bullshit."
"You ain't talked to me in two days! When we supposed to talk about it if you gone keep avoiding me?!"
"I don't know! But what I do know is that you're stressing me out. I need to leave, Nas. Bye." I hung up my phone and threw it on my bed so I could finish getting ready uninterrupted.
I barely made it two steps toward my bathroom before my phone started ringing again. I let out a frustrated groan and marched back to my bed to retrieve the ringing device.
"Would you please let me get ready?!"
"I didn't know, Indica!"
"You expect me to believe that?" I scoffed.
"I don't follow Santana on Instagram! I don't follow her on anything! If I saw it I woulda shut that shit down right away."
"So nobody on your team saw it, either? You literally pay people to manage your PR yet nobody saw it? Can you see why I find that hard to believe?"
"Everybody on my team was preparing for the event all day! It takes a lot of hands for these press parties to go smoothly. So, no, nobody saw it and that's the truth."
"Right," I rolled my eyes, "Nobody saw it so I had to find out from one your friends. You know how embarrassing that is?? We haven't been together for a week and this is how we starting off?"
"At the end of the day, it ain't mine! Me and Santana stopped having sex more than 6 months ago. You know that woman is messy as hell! This ain't nothing else than her being messy."
"I don't know what I know, Nassau. I need to leave. Bye!" I hung up the phone again and turned it off this time. My meeting at Tabitha's office started in 10 minutes and I lived 20 minutes away. I was frustrated that I was wasting her time, especially because she was representing me pro-bono.
I couldn't be quick and throw on whatever I wanted, either, because right after Tabitha I was headed straight to my interview with ArizonaU.
I button my navy blazer jacket and slipped on my flats as I was hopping out the door on one foot.
I tried my best to clear my mind on the way, but the harder I tried, the more I thought about it. This was the shittiest way to start my very first relationship.
After Maddie showed me that Instagram post, I excused myself from the event and drove home. It didn't take long for Nas to realize I was missing, and the back-to-back phone calls started. I didn't leave my apartment for 2 days and even missed the last group session. I've been able to take a step back these past 2 days and reassess what exactly I got myself into.
Thinking hard about it, it could be true that Nas and I jumped the gun with this. He still hasn't even told me the full story about his trauma, not that I was rushing him to, but that's something I feel like I should know as a significant other.
I don't know what made me answer the phone this morning; maybe I missed him, maybe I wanted to hear him tell me it wasn't true. But what am I supposed to believe? That was a very real looking ultrasound despite whoever the father might be.
On the other hand, I didn't put it past Santana to do something as fucked up as this. I've seen the lengths she would go to to sabotage someone that crossed her, but to involve a baby? That seemed extreme even for Santana.
