Life and Pregnancy

Chapter 19 - Who Is You?

Jacob in the media
This is a very important chapter;) shit is bout to change,DRASTICALLY

Laya

I did not think that they would but Peyton and them took me shopping foreal. They got me stuff for my baby and everything,they real cool people.

Right now all of them are at work,so I'm just walking around outside getting my much needed exercise. I left all my luggage at home right now all I have on my is my baby in her stroller and her baby bag,which I put my phone  and money in. It's about 12 o'clock so they won't be home until about 3 or 4, so Ima just be out I guess. I left not knowing they all had work and I texted them to find out. I know it was a dumbass move I feel stupid.

I'm in the mood for some coffee so Ima just stroll myself into Starbucks. It's not even packed today. It's this guy in a black hoodie sitting there by himself. He doesn't look scary or anything just lonely,I can barley see his face. "Excuse me ma'am." The cashier says. "Oh I'm sorry I'll have a Carmel frappe." I say. She type style order in and I give her the money. I don't even drink Starbucks that often but I'm in the mood.

I hate walking past allies,it's always something weird over there. "Shit." I curse out loud. The diaper bad fell over and stuff dropped out. I quickly rush over there and start putting the things back in. I pick up the bag to place it back in the stroller. I hear a whistle. "Aye." I hear a voice. I look up and someone tosses a eos egg at me. I caught it tho. "You dropped that." A few dude says to me. I nod my head at him. He takes his hoodie off. "You never heard of a thank you? Why bitches be so rude man?" He says more so to himself. "Excuse me?" I say. I don't give a damn who this nigga is he got me fucked up. "I'm pretty sure you heard what I said I speak very clearly." He says putting emphasis on very. "Well you ain't gotta call me out my name nigga I ain't with that." I say rolling my eyes. "Shit I'm sorry, you missed the part were I have a fuck." He says lightly smiling. "And who the fuck are you?" I ask starting to get agitated. "That's none of your business,sweatheart, whose baby is that?" He asks. "That's none of your business sir,who are you?" I ask again. "I don't know you like that. You think just cause I handed yo not knowing how to hold a bag having ass something that fell out yo pocket that you deserve my name? Nah it don't work like that." He says shaking his head. I laugh a little. "Boy please,you ain't nobody." I say. "Apparently I must be somebody if you asking for my damn name nigga." He says. He looks me up and down. "You looking alright though,what's yo number shorty?" He asks pulling out his phone. "I like how you pulled out your phone like I guaranteed you my number,get the fuck on." I say walking away. He starts walking with me. "I don't fucking know you,get off my dick." I say getting irritated. "I want you on my dick with all that ass baby." He mumbles. I stop walking. "What the fuck!" I say then hit him in his chest. "Don't,put your hands on me, I was just messing with yo ole crybaby ass." He says. I roll my eyes. "But foreal,come sit down and talk to me." He says. "Why,I don't even know you." I say. "Okay well if you come sit and talk then you will know me smart ass." He says. "Your not funny." I say. "Did I imply that I was trying to be funny? And I hope you don't think you funny with that funky ass attitude you got going on." He says. "Fuck you." I say. Who do he think he is. He laughs. "How old are you Ma." He asks. He got some fine ass teeth. They white and straight. "You must like me,you staring at a nigga making me feel special." He says faking a tear drop. "whatever." I say.

"Damn it's Finna rain." I say to myself. "Just come get in my car, I don't usually invite hoes in my shit but you don't look like you sell yo pussy for 10 cents so you can come,you gotta open the damn door yourself though." He say unlocking the car door. I take a deep breath then get my baby and out her in the car.