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7

POPQUIZ

Days went by.

Alai hadn't seen or heard from Salim since the club incident. Her text messages would all be delivered but, none of them ever said read. He never answered the door when she knocked even when she could hear him inside. No calls or facetimes from him and all hers went unanswered. The man didn't have a job outside of selling drugs so she would see him getting customers daily and she would hear the nigga every night fucking the shit out of whatever girl he brought home from his daily excursions, so she knew he was alive, but he was acting as if she didn't exist, and the shit had her sick to her stomach.

Alai had not had an appetite since the club and the times she did eat thinking about everything she would get nauseous to the point where she would throw up. Eventually she just began avoiding food all together just to avoid that feeling in her stomach. Handling her day-to-day life on a stomach full of warm tea and anti-nausea medicine, even going as far as wearing the anti-nausea wristbands. She was willing to try anything to get rid of the feeling trying all kinds of homeopathic things she saw on Pinterest. Nothing seemed to work. She felt like it was a symptom her mind was creating and if she could just get Salim to talk to her everything would be all right.

DELUSIONAL

They reached the weekend and Alai still hadn't heard from or seen Salim. Trying to keep her mind off the situation she goes to Sanaa's just to hang, watch ghetto tv and talk about nonsense.

"Hey girl," Sanaa says as Alai walks through her door without glancing up from the bag she was rustling through. "Shyla and Kendra on the way over with pizza, wine, and weed. You got some leaf? I can't find mine." Sanaa asks Alai finally looking up, head cocked to the side waiting for her response.

" Yea, let me run to my house and grab it really quickly". Alai rushes out the door and to her house grabbing the green Grabba leaf package and the raw papers off her coffee table. At this point neither she nor Sanaa locked their doors anymore, so shit like this was always quick and hassle free. She thinks about it and grabs a lighter too just in case, Sanaa ass always has dead lighters laying around and can't ever find the ones that actually work. Tonight is not the night for that shit, Alai thinks and rushes out her door just in time to see Salim's door close. She pauses, wanting to go knock on the door and plead with him to open it and talk to her. She had apologized a million times through text, voicemail, Instagram dms, twitter dms, fake google numbers, hell she had even Facebook messengered the nigga. He had made it quite clear he wasn't interested in shit she had to say. Remembering that, Alai continues to Sanaa's place closing the door behind her. Leaning against the door she let the sounds of her friends wash over her taking it all in until Sanaa called out to her from the kitchen." Lai you okay out there?"

"Yea," she quickly responds, after taking a deep breath she scurries to the kitchen to kick it with her girls.

Handing the rolling supplies to Kendra, who, wastes no time rolling up the weed she had already broken down on the counter, Alai hugged both girls asking them about work.

Shyla and Kendra both worked at the same nail salon/ spa so they both quickly began to gossip about the drama at work. One coworker was hunching on the boss and thought that meant he was Head Nigga In Charge. Shyla and Kendra took turns sharing times they showed up this guy in the workplace giggling harder after each story. Blunt after blunt went into the rotation and Kendra kept suppling them with more weed every time it ran out. After about the third or forth blunt of pineapple express the munchies kick in and the girls began devouring the snacks. The sounds of smacking, talking and chewing filled the now hazy kitchen as each girl dug into the food.

Alai was having such a good time with her girls laughing and chatting she forgot all about her ongoing battle with the stomach issues until she was scarfing down her second slice of pizza and felt her stomach began to gurgle. Placing the pizza back on her plate, she quickly made her way to the bathroom next to the kitchen. Dropping to her knees and hugging the toilet bowl as her body was thrown back and forth as she dry heaved from the massive wave a nausea that overcame her. This continued for a few minutes before Alai stuck her fingers down her throat causing everything she had just eaten to come up. Choking and groaning loudly as the chunky undigested pizza came up her throat, rubbing it raw, chunks of cheese wrapping around her tongue ring and getting stuck making her gag even harder. After emptying her stomach contents into the toilet and laying on the cool tile floor for a few minutes, Alai emerged disheveled and sweaty from the bathroom, mouth freshly rinsed with Listerine. Alai always threw up loud as hell, so all the girls were looking at her with faces full of concern when she returned.

"You okay?", Shyla asks as she sips the drink she must have made herself while Alai was in the bathroom.

"Yea, my stomach has just been fucked up ever since that club shit. This nigga got me stressed. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I literally throw up everything." Alai responds hoarsely, laying down on the couch crossing her arms over her face and propping her feet up on the higher back part of the couch.

Sanaa approached her and after moving Alai's arms off her face she placed a cool damn cloth on her forehead.

"Girl, stop being so damn delu-lu-lusional, your ass is fucking pregnant", Sanaa says not sugar-coating shit as she smooths the cloth gently across Alai's head.

" Yo dumb dickmatized ass been letting that nigga fuck you raw and shoot the club up multiple times a day since the first day yawl fucked. Don't act all unawares and stupid now." She says dramatically waving her hands over her head.

Hearing Sanaa's words Alai tries to remember when her last period was. Her heart starts pounding as she starts calculating and the girls watch as the color drains out of her already pale face as she realizes Sanaa's words may be one hundred percent true.

"OHHH MYY GAWWDDD!! Yall I can NOT BE PREGNANT BY THIS NIGGAAAAA" she shrieks voice getting higher with each word as the panic began to rise within her. Alai jumps up off the couch and starts pacing in Sanaa's living room. Back and forth, back and forth, until Shyla breaks the silence.

"Let's just go get a fucking test" she says standing up and walking towards the door.

" Oh no need," Sanaa says snootily " I've had three here since the dummy told me what the fuck she was doing with Salim. I knew this day would happen sooner or later" she says walking towards what Alai could only assume wherever the test were.

Sanaa returned, 3 tests in hand, and hands them to Alai, stepping aside so Alai could make her way to the bathroom.

Heart pounding Alai unwrapped two of the boxes. Reading the instructions on both she sat down and peed on one stick. The other test required her to collect her remaining pee and use the enclose dropper to suck it up and drop it into the indicator. Following the instructions to a tea she set a timer and laid down on the floor. She could hear her pulse in her ears and feel the shaking in her chest every time her heart pounded against the floor. She knew she was being reckless while she was doing it but she had done this shit so many times before she was under the impression, that she couldn't even have kids. What the hell would she even do with a kid, and a single mother is something she vowed never to be yet, if this test was positive that's exactly what the fuck she would be. This nigga not even fucking with her right now, how the hell was she supposed to tell him she was pregnant with his baby? Would he even believe it?

Down a flight of stairs she throws,

herself, 

yep that was the plan.

Get rid of it quick, but make it look like an accident.

The timer went off interrupting her string of thoughts.

Scared but already knowing the results Alai peeked over the counter at the test.

Positive

aaannnnnd

...

positive as fuck

"GOT DAMMIT" she yelled, smacking her hand to her forehead and quickly unwrapping the third test. It was the exact same as the first pee on a stick test, so she drank a bunch of water out of the faucet and after a few minutes she sat down, handled her business and set the timer on her phone again.

Loooooordt, why are you doing this to me? I know I was fucking up but dayummmm, if you was gone stick me with anybody why this nigga? THIS NIGGA! He is going to be the death of me she thought, heart in her throat as the timer went off a second time. Leaning over she sees a third fucking positive.

"DAAAAAAAAAMMMMIIITTTTTT", she yells.

Breathing out a silent scream she gets up off the toilet, washes and dries her hands and walked out the bathroom door straight into the comforting arms of her girls where she breaks down and cries the hardest, she had ever cried in her life.