GUILT

Chapter 18

     Two weeks later, Chantelle and Shay decided to go to the mall just to hang out and shop. Shay insisted that they go into Victoria Secret and they came out with five bags each. The bags were filled with a bunch of sexy lingerie, body spray, and a few items from the Pink collection. Chantelle wanted to go in Forever21, which is her favorite store, to shop for new clothes. After leaving Forever21, they decided to go to the food court to grab a bite to eat. Chantelle order a turkey sandwich with chips and a lemonade, and Shay ordered Chinese food. They sat down at the table and began to chow down.

    Chantelle took a sip of her lemonade. "I had fun today and I can't wait to wear some of this stuff for Trae," she laughed.

    "Girl, I can't with you but I can't talk because I know I'm going to wear some of this for Devin."

    "I can't believe I actually found someone who really cares about me Shay, like this is unusal," Chantelle blushed.

    "Me either, and I'm so happy for you. How long y'all been talking now?"

    "About a few months now and it feels much longer than this."

    "I feel you. Later them months gonna turn into years," Shay said teasing her.

    "Girl whatever," she laughed.

    "Forreal. Have y'all discussed about y'all future together?"

    "He's been insisting on it. But I haven't been completely all there with him on that."

    "Why not? Y'all are perfect for each other," Shay looked upside her head.

    "We've only been talking for like I said, a few months."

    "Look, y'all forever. Plus, y'all gotta discuss what happens if you end pregnant."

    Chantelle choked on her sandwich. "What do you mean Shay," she laughed.

    "The way y'all be doing it, hell, you gonna need some type of planning. Devin already told me what he plan on doing. He said we're save and move."

    "Whatever girl, I am not--"

    "Pregnant?" A voice said out of no where.

     A woman walked up next to their table wearing shades and a hat. She wore a denim jacket with blue jeans, and carried a Louis Vuitton purse. She turned her back and placed her purse on the table next to them and removed her shades, then turned back to face them.

   "Joi?!" Shay glared at her.

   "Yes, it's me in the flesh. How'd you know me?" Joi smirked.

   Chantelle looked confused. "Who are you?"

    "This the bitch that...this the girl that--"

   "I'm the one who's here to talk to you about your little friend Trae."

    "Oh, hell no," Shay yelled. "You can dismiss yourself with that bullshit."

    Chantelle busted out laughing, "You funny ma."

   "Oh, I'm about to be very funny in a second." Joi pulled out some paperwork and a folder from her purse. "Let's see here, oh, here it goes," she placed the papers in front of Shay and Chantelle.

    "What the fuck is this?" Shay eyes scanned over the papers.

    "Read it and weep," Joi laughed.

    This paper indicates from the Carnel Jones Women's Clinic that, Joi Carthwright, has tested POSITIVE for PREGNANCY.

    "That's right. Did I hear you mention pregnancy? Would it be by Trae, well Tradarrious? Looks like we're in the same boat," Joi grinned.

   "Bitch, you got some nerve," Shay yelled. "Don't let that hoe intimidate you ma," she said to Chantelle.

   Chantelle sat in silence.

    "Well, I must get going, y'all continue enjoying your evening." Joi grabbed the papers from the table and picked up her purse and headed out the mall.

    "Chantelle, say something?" Shay stared at her.

    "I can't, like how the fuck? Why the fuck?" Chantelle couldn't do anything but look down at the table.

    "Fuck this," Shay reached for her phone and called Devin. "Get Trae, we coming over now. Joi done showed up at the mall, approached us with some damn pregnancy papers, talking about Trae the daddy."

    "What the fuck? Hell no. Let me call him."

     Chantelle drove her car in complete silence on the way to Trae's house and saw Devin just arriving in the driveway. Shay got out the car and told Devin that she's not saying anything. Trae opened the door and all of them walked in and sat down in the living room.

     "Trae, what the fuck? You need to get the talking," Shay said in anger.

     "This shit can't be real, it has to be apart of the scheme," he looked over at Chantelle. "Baby look, you gotta believe me on this one."

     Chantelle couldn't look him the face. "Trae, look, I just got one question. Did you fuck her?"

    "Technically, no but it happened."

    "The hell you mean, technically no? The fuck Trae?" Chantelle began to become angrier than what she already was.

    "It ain't what you think ma, look, listen. She forced herself on me, you can ask Devin, he was there."

    "Why the hell were you there?" Shay yelled.

   "I walked in on them at the wrong, rather right time, because if I didn't she would've tried to make him get her pregnant on purpose. She's only after the money."

   "What the fuck?" Chantelle mumbled under her breath.

   "That's the girl we were talking about. JT's girl," Devin stated.

   "Why the hell she coming after me?"

  "You in the way of they plans, that's why," Trae said.

 "So, she's not pregnant," Chantelle asked staring at the side of Trae's head.

  "Hell no, all the hoe did was give me top and she swallowed. Then when she tried to get on top, she got off soon as Devin came in the door."

  "But the paper work look so legit," Shay said.

  "Them hoes can do anything," Devin chuckled.

  Chantelle felt a twinge in her stomach and grabbed her side.

   "Baby, what's wrong?" Trae said trying to comfort her.

   Chantelle leaned over forward, then hopped up and ran to the bathroom.

   "She sick or something?" Devin asked.

   "Hell, I don't know," Trae said staring down the hallway.

    Chantelle returned to the living room. All eyes were on her.

   "You good baby?" Trae asked putting his arms around her, guiding her back to the sofa.

    "I think so, my stomach just hurts right now. It's probably something I ate earlier."

    Trae kissed her cheek. "I hope you feel better baby."

    "I think I need to go home and lay down and take some medicine, then maybe I'll feel better." Chantelle grabbed her purse, dropped Shay off, and went home to lay down.