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she can have you • jay park (aomg)😚

Theme: Jay and you have been together for almost a year. He's a famous rapper, so the relationship is on the down-low until someone hacks Jay's Twitter account to post something about being pregnant with his baby. This came to me in a dream. I know, crazy, right? Not edited..

**Going steady with someone for almost a year is so surreal. Especially a famous celebrity. It wasn't even the person that didn't feel real, but rather the relationship as a whole.

I felt weird watching my boyfriend shoot music videos with other girls. Sure, sometimes I feel anxious watching the girls surround him and twerk their asses off, but I trusted my boyfriend. I trusted that he would never put me in a situation like the one I'm in now.

I am currently laying down on our shared apartment couch with my laptop on my stomach. I'm scrolling through Twitter to watch the funny stage videos of my boyfriend, him popping his pecks and thinking he's all sexy (He is but that is definitely not the point right now), when I see it.

It's not that big of a paragraph, but it's there and definitely has my eyes bulging. The paragraph is well-crafted and says something that makes me angry and equally sad: "Dear Jay Park, My name is Ashanti Morano. I have no other way to contact you to tell you this, but I am pregnant. You were the only one I hooked up with in a long time, so I know it's yours. Please contact me through here. I need to talk to you about this."

My eyes are tearing up, but I have to hold it in. I don't know that this is a hoax or not. This women could be doing this for attention, and I should wait to talk to Jay about it. But to do that, I have to wait. I cannot do that right now, so I contact her immediately.

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AshantiBear55

you: Hi Ashanti, I'm just wondering if you're holding up okay. I saw your tweet online.

AshantiBear55: Oh my, thank you for caring. I'm really emotional right now.

you: What happened? If you don't mind me asking.

AshantiBear55: Not at all. Jay was just so nice to me and I thought I meant something to him, but I guess not.

you: How did it happen? Are you okay?

AshantiBear55: Yes I am. I really appreciate your care. Jay just saw me and said I reminded him of someone special. I thought it was a pick up line you know?

you: How far along are you?

AshantiBear55: Almost a month.

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A month. For this to be true, Jay would have to have been on tour about that time. And he was in Georgia, USA. I don't want to find out anymore but I have to find this simple fact out, so I ask.

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you: Where are you from? I want to send a care package so you can be prepared.

AshantiBear55: You are the nicest person. Thank you so much. I live in Atlanta, Georgia. This means so much to me.

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This time I can't hold the tears in. He had to have cheated on me. There is too much evidence for this to be just a hoax.

He gets back from the studio a few hours later to see me throwing all his clothes in a suitcase. I can't deal with this shit. I'm crying my eyes out while throwing his stuff into the bag, and he looks very confused.

"Baby, what's the matter? What are you doing?" He's approaching me but I'm screaming for him to stay back. I break down in tears and fall to the floor. I feel like a toddler begging for something in the store, but I can't stop my heart for killing me slowly.

"Who's Ashanti?"

"What?"

"You heard me, Muthafucka!"

He's silent. His eyes are wide, and I see a few panicked tears surfacing in his beautiful brown eyes. Jay's not answering my question, so I ask another.

"Who did you sleep with in Georgia? Because it sure as hell wasn't me." He is quiet and it's really starting to piss me off. "You got her pregnant!"

"I did not!" Now he wants to say something, and I am fuming with anger.

"Yes. You. Fucking. Did."

I get up on my feet and finish stuffing his stuff into the suitcase quickly. He sneaks up behind me to try and wrap his arms around my waist but I push him away harshly.

"Dont touch me, Jay. I'm not playing with your ass anymore." I zip the rest of his stuff in the suitcase, pick it up, and shove it into his chest. "Leave."

"Please don't make me leave. We can talk about this, baby—."

"I don't want to talk about anything with you anymore. Go take care of your baby."

His eyes are watering now and tears are falling much like mine. I have never seen him cry so this is kind of shocking. His voice is cracking when he says: "Y-you are my baby."

I look up and our eyes connect, but I cannot forgive him for this. I look away quickly. I move to the closet to get a suitcase out for myself.

"If you're not leaving, I am."

"No! I'm leaving." He turns to me and asks something that leaves me breathless. "Can I please, at least, get a closer kiss if this is the end?"

I want to immediately deny but this really might be the last time we'll be together. I walk forward and sniffle my tears. He grabs my cheeks in his hands and sighs before gently closing in. Our lips connect and it's filled with so much passion and force I can hardly stand. Our lips disconnect and he presses his forehead against mine before moving to press his lips to my forehead. I feel his tears hit my hair as we embrace.

Jay finally pulls away and walks straight out the door without looking back. I fall to the ground for the second time and cry my eyes out. I land on something and when I look it's one of Jay's old t-shirts. I grab the piece of clothing and stuff it in my face. I inhale the smell which still has the aftermath of him. The only remembrance of Jay left in this apartment is this shirt, his scent, and the memories we shared here.