Black Rose

18.

Amber in the mm.

Rude comments about her looks will be deleted. There's no need to talk bad about her looks when this is a real person whose personality is completely made up for this book. I don't mind comments about her personality, but saying something about her looks is unnecessary.

"Majesty wait up." Keiara tried to push through the crowd but no one would make a way for her.

I didn't attempt to stop and wait for her. My feet continued to take me to my designated destination. I've been avoiding her all day. It's nothing personal, I'm just not in the right state to talk to anyone at the moment.

How could Alex know before me?

My doctor always texts me after I leave just to let me know everything is okay. When I was expecting him to say everything is good, he hit me with the unexpected.

Doc: Good evening Majesty. Everything is good.. As usual. But are you aware that you are a couple weeks pregnant?

I blinked as I stared at the message for the tenth time today.

A quiet sigh escaped my lips as my feet took me down the somewhat empty sidewalk. Maybe Alex's right, I should just get an abortion. Neither one of us want or need a baby.

Especially with me still in school. It's not even my last year, which is even worse.

Everyone who gets pregnant in college always drop out.

My mind wandered everywhere as I walked to the nearest subway station. Dead leafs crumbled under my feet as I purposely stepped on them. I would take giant leaps just to step on certain ones. I honestly didn't care who saw me and what they thought. Hearing leafs crumble under your feet will always be amusing to me.

Instead of going down the subway stairs, I jaywalked across the street to Starbucks. A nice warm drink will feel good right now. Especially since I'm freezing my butt off outside. Once the warm heat engulfed me I let out a small breath I didn't know I was holding.

The line went by fairly fast, only because it was still school and works hours for most people. Fortunately, I only had three classes today. For some reason they all consisted of me watching an informational video and take notes off of it.

After ordering my pumpkin spice latte the cashier cracked a smile when I told him my name. He was probably in his thirties.

I stepped to the side and waited for my drink along with two other people. One was a black male with a small girl, who was paying no mind because she was playing a game on her dad's phone. At least I hope it's his phone. It seems as if this generation gets cell phones so young now.

The other person was a white girl with blonde hair. I instantly knew who she was as I looked at the side of her face. I couldn't deny the fact that she is stunning. Being around her, knowing that Alex had some type of connection with her, makes me feel somewhat insecure.

Why is it that us black women always have to compete with white girls for a black man?

She holds his life right in her hands. She could simply go to the police and lie, and then he's either in jail or dead.