My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 2

Three Weeks Earlier

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Getting home turned out to be even harder than I thought it would be. I didn't have my car and I couldn't spend too much time here cause soon everyone else would wake up and getting caught here is not an option. In the end I called for an uber but gave it the address for the house at the end of the street then walked down to catch it.

"At least I have my purse," I said to myself as I slipped into the backseat of the uber, When I finally got home, I was only half pleased to see a shiny white BMW parked in front of my apartment building right next to my car. i dont know how my car got back to my apartment cause i had driven myself to the party but i was happy that it was there and in one piece. It was already past ten o'clock and Tiffany wasn't supposed to be here, she should have been at work, but instead she was in my apartment probably waiting to yell at me for disappearing on her last night after the party.

She must have heard the door unlock because as soon as I opened the door, she came running over to the front door nearly slipping and falling on the hard wood floors because she was wearing socks. My socks, and she was wearing a pair of my pajamas, which meant that she'd spent the night here after the party instead of going home.

"Bitch, where have you been?" she asked. I stepped into the apartment and let the door swing closed behind me. I kicked off the oversized slids that I had taken from his house and went straight for the kitchen. "Are you hung over?"

"Yes, and that is no one's fault but yours Miss there's no alcohol just drink it. You sleep here last night?" I slipped her hood of the jacket off of my head and went over to the cabinet where I kept all of the medicine. Once I found the aspirin; I opened the bottle and poured two pills into my hand.

"I came here cause i thought you might have went home I sat up almost all night?" she shot back. "i missed my appointment waiting on you."

"I'm sorry," I replied. I opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a bottle of water before I went into the living room. I popped the pills into my mouth and took a sip from the bottle of water I was holding.

"Is sorry the best that you have? I thought you were dead adn you know how long i been waiting on Tyler to come back in town." She said. I placed the water down on the coffee table and slipped off the jacket I was wearing. It was hot out, I don't even know why I took the jacket, but it was just one of those things that didn't seem important at the time.

"I can't really think of anything else. My head is killing me right now." I said to her.

"You-" Tiffany stopped.

Part of me was relieved that she wasn't talking anymore but the other half was a little worried. When Tiffany has something on her mind, she wasn't the type to just give up on it. She wanted to make sure you heard everything that she had to say and you completely understood what she meant.

"...um, bitch." She said. I sat down on the sofa and let my head fall into my hands.

I turned and looked at her over my shoulder. "girl what?"

"Why do you have Takeoff's shirt on?" she asked. I scoffed then looked down at my clothes. She can't just say that it's his because he has one like it. She's just jumped to conclusions.

"This isn't his shirt." I lied.

"Really, So you think that I'm not going to recognize the custom one of a kind shirt that I bought him for his last birthday that his no good ass hasn't even worn yet because the tag is still on it?" she asked matter-of-factly. I think she was madder about the fact that he didn't wear her gift and not the fact that I was wearing his clothes. That she was only curious about.