The Marrying of ZIM

39. The Curse.

I looked over at Fatima to see her eyebrows knitted together trying to memorize the journalism terms and meanings. She basically lived with us now and I didn't mind. I haven't moved out into a house of my own with Kwashie even though it has been three years. I sat beside my best friend and honorary sister preparing for our finals so we could get them done and then kick back for the summer. Richard's gift to us for making the graduation list was tailor made suits, I was used to that but Fatima on the other hand was extremely excited.

"This sucks." She slammed the book shut.

"We've made it so far. At least we're not Kwashie that has to spend the next two years in school because she decided to do Law." I tried to lighten the mood.

"You're right." She laughed.

"We'll do great. We already kicked ass on our article and that was worth majority of the grade." I reassured.

"Plus, if this fails for you then you can fall back on photography." I patted her leg.

"And if this fails for you?" She asked me.

"I'll just never move out of my Dad's house and maintain my AC habits with writing articles online and probably get into SEO and content creation." I flipped my natural hair that had grown passed my shoulders.

"We can always move in together, the upcoming photographer and the freelancer. Mhm, it has a nice ring to it." She held her chin.

"And Kwashie?"

"Oh, forgot about her." She rolled her eyes with a laugh.

"Damn, all that was three years ago." I pouted.

"I know, babe. Still doesn't change the fact that she did it."

"Forgive her, please? For me.." I clasped my hands.

"I already have but it doesn't stop me from hating her for hurting you."

"I love you." I got up onto my knees to get on her lap and wrapped my arms around her neck.

"I love you too." She kissed my jaw.

"Did the place call you back?"

"Uhhh yeah, they did. They want me to come in and show some of my work even though all they want is for me to snap some pictures of three models wearing their merch." She explained.

"They want to make sure they're getting the best quality, which they are." I flicked her nose.

"I can't wait for summer." She sighed.

"You have plans?" I raised my eyebrow at her. We've never spent a summer apart so far.

"Big Cee wants me to go on a trip with him." She muttered.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I screamed.

"I was still processing it, I'm right here you don't need to scream." She pushed me off of her.

"I'm glad you decided to meet him." She was Carter's sister after all, Mr Jones' seed was strong as fuck.

"Did I tell you that they are pressuring me into getting pregnant?" I fussed.

"Only for the hundredth time." She said sarcastically.

"Well, they are. I don't want to get pregnant." I pushed back my tears.

"Do they even have a reason?"

"No! That's what's bothering me the most! They don't have a legit reason why they want me to get pregnant." I frowned.

"I think maybe they just want to prove that Kwashie is a male to the public eye." She reasoned.

"She has M on her birth paper, she identifies as M and she 92.99 percentT looks like a M. What more do they want?" I groaned.