Nomads

07

Jahron "PARTYNEXTDOOR" Barthwaite

I closed my eyes as I nod my head to the vocals coming from the speakers.  The room was filled with smoke and some of OVO's newest members, including myself.  My eyes shot open as the music cut abruptly. I turned to see Jimmy Prime and his fiancé Kim J walk in holding each other's hands. He greeted and dapped with a few people in the room before leaning onto a couch arm, and pulling Kim into his lap. She held a questionable drink in her hands along with a slightly bored and upset look on her face.  I never seen Kim in person, but I damn sure recognized her from somewhere.  She was the same blond haired site model that stayed on my tumblr dashboard in high school, KimDash.

Aubrey then came towards me, motioning that Jimmy had came to lay down a few tracks with his ATL bound 'youngwifey'.  I took one glance at the fair skinned Wilhelmina model before checking the clock on the wall, and moving away from the sound board. "Good looks bro." Jimmy thanked me, as the two hurried into the booth. Jimmy's producer Eric Dingus then came over, as he made his way towards the board, taking a seat and starting the music back.

I chose to not stay longer since I had better things I could do besides watch the two make music together, and decided to call up Desirae. "What's up?" I questioned, leaving the recording studio as I made my way towards my car. The Toronto breeze was already nipping as I quickly slipped my shades on, and pulled on my hood.

"Hey Jay." She responded lightly, I could already feel something was wrong.  Her voice wasn't its usual high and happy tone. Plus her uneasy breathing and sniffling made me assume she has been crying. I opened my car door taking a seat in the drivers side as I quickly rubbed my hands together.

"Are you alright, babygirl?" I asked, placing my phone down in the cup holder on speaker as I started the cars engine up. Roy's EP 'Exis' immediately began to play as I quickly turned down the current song playing. "It sounds like something is bothering you." I admitted, turning the heat up as I tried to quickly warm the car up. 

"Jahron, I'm pregnant."

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Desirae. March 15, 2008

The clock read 12:05 PM as my body tingled and awaited the day to be over. I slumped slightly into my chair, resting my head on the palm of my hand as I listened to our last lecture of safe sex told by my health teacher.  Everyone watched in awe as she effortlessly slid a condom onto a model wooden penis, while I continued staring at the clock.  I then glanced over at my brother sitting in the back of the room with his head down, obviously not paying any attention.  His wild curly hair was pulled into a tight bun, showing off his signature tapered hairline many loved. 

"Now class, you have to make sure the penis is fully erect when placing on a condom, or it will not be as effective." Mrs. Peters's explained as she walked around with the bright blue condom covering the entire wooden penis.  Majority of the females in my class seemed intrigued and fully interested in her demonstration, raising hands high and tall as they were willing to try for themselves. But I on the other hand, as well as the boys seemed either bored out of their minds (like I was) or focused on which fast and thirsty girl would be easiest to get.

I had more than enough knowledge of sex, and condoms than the average sixteen year old in high school at the time. I knew all of the top brands of condoms, best kind of lube, and which positions were best.  It wasn't really anything to be proud of, but it was relevant to my personal life after highshool.  I turned the page of the notes on 'different forms of contraception' we had been taking earlier and began mindlessly doodling across my notebook paper.

The laughter and talking faded as the bell finally rung, everyone frantically packing their bags to head to their next class. Richie stepped past everyone before standing in front me as his right arm clutched the strap of his backpack and his left rubbed the look of sleep from his eyes.