Chapter Twelve

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Zendaya,

I'm three months pregnant. I heard a knock on the door. "What do you want?" I angered. "Can I come in?" Trevor asked. "No." I denied. "I'm here to apologize." He stated. "I don't want to hear it." He blocked the door while I was trying to shut it.

"I'm sorry. I ain't mean to do that. I know that was way outta line. Forgive me?" He apologized. "Ok, I forgive you. Can you please leave?" I asked. "One more thing." He pressed his lips against mine.

I kissed back. "I-i can't do this." I guiltily said. "You still feel something." He noticed. My love for him never left. I'm not gonna tell him that though.

"I've gotta go." I said. "I miss you." He proclaimed. "I'm not going to hurt Jordan." I refused. "She ain't gotta know." He smirked. "She does. I need to be done with you for real." I said. "Ok." He left.

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