Dancer. Model. Mother

Chapter 7

After coming back home after a week, I finally decided to give my number to him, and shit started to get real quick for me. We would talk every day and sleep on the phone every night. We talked about some personal things. Everything was going well between us, and my friends started to warm up to him, which made me feel good until she told me something that broke my heart. While we were on the phone, she said that she and sissy talked the night when we had that big fight. They were talking for the days that we didn't speak to each other, and at that point, I didn't know what to think. She told me that she ended it because she wanted to be with me and was just with sissy because she felt alone and wasn't speaking to her. I was heartbroken, not because she went out of our relationship but because my best friend went behind my back. She's supposed to be my family; shit, I went to her about our situation, and to find out they were together when I was going through this shit just pissed me off. I was upset at both of them, even cussed her ass out, but I was more pissed about my sissy. I posted a subliminal message on my insta story directed towards her, and she knew it was and wanted to talk, but I wasn't ready. That same night I ended our friendship. This relationship cost me three friends and myself. Everything was to please her, make her happy and comfortable, not knowing that I was disregarding my needs.

We started hanging in Tati's chatroom, who was more of Tee's friend; I didn't know her all that much just through Tee. It was no secret that Brackz was feeling Tee hard. Tee started seeing this guy, and it was always a tension between him and Brackz. There were some points where they would fight, and Tee and her boyfriend would leave the chat. These points started to become daily things, and the rest of the gang were just over it. We told Brackz that he needs to chill because he's not a fucking man. Nigga was in his twenties, I think. Tee's boyfriend wouldn't come in the room as much as he used to, but the tension was thicker than a room full of black queens when he did. Brackz drama was the least of my concern; I mean, he was my friend, but shit, he's a grown-ass man too, and if he couldn't control the emotions he had about Tee shit, that was on him. My image started to become more important to me that I looked at it as a career. I decided that I needed to take the next step, become a model. My first choice was to become a Yalla Doll, but I haven't yet, still working on it, though. E! News Modeling Agency and Queens Modeling Agency signed me. Everything was going as planned, I was a model and a student, plus I was getting the recognition I wanted. Besides the whole drama between Tee and her man, things were looking good within the group. There was one thing I wanted to try and do on Imvu, and that was to become a psychologist. I took in three of my friends separately, and I got to all of them. I learned things about them and made them talk about it, and I would listen and give my helpful opinion. One of my friends thought he was going not to open up, but man, he did. I was on Vu a little bit at a time because of real school and Vu modeling life.

One life experience changed my entire life forever. It was Coachella, and it was my first year going. It was a three-day event, and I went all three days. On the third day, after Coachella, I wasn't feeling too well and thought it might have been something I ate at the festival. When I got home after bringing back up the food that I didn't digest, it dawned on me. I was late. I rushed to get a pregnancy test from my draw, thinking it was just another pregnancy scare. This time it was just scared. I was pregnant. I was shocked but excited, I wanted to be a mother, and I was finally getting the chance. I told him the big news, and he was excited to be a father. After that, we decided we wanted to move together to be a family, so we, mainly him, started looking for houses. Once we found one, we were more focused on moving in and getting ready for the baby. I didn't want to know the gender, which he was against because he was determined to find out, which he did without my consent, then proceeded to tell me the gender of our baby. Then I would question our relationship, but the bond we would make in real life made me throw my thoughts out the window.