"Damn, girl," he said, laughing. "You something else."
I forced a smile. "You know how I do."
He got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, and I laid there staring at the ceiling, feeling empty as hell.
When he came back, he had an envelope in his hand. He handed it to me and I took it without counting. Mr. Clyde was always good for his word.
"Thank you," I said, getting dressed.
His phone started going off on the nightstand, buzzing over and over. He looked at it and frowned but didn't answer.
"Let me find out you got a stalker," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
He laughed, but it sounded forced. "Nah, just somebody who don't know when to quit." I didn't press it because it wasn't my business.
I grabbed my purse and the envelope, gave him a quick hug, and headed out. The whole ride home, I felt disgusted with myself. But what else was I supposed to do? Sosa had put me out and I had to survive.
* * *
A few days later me and Mya got dressed in all black for BooMan's funeral. I knew Sosa would be there, and the stupid part of me wanted to see him.
The funeral was sad as hell. BooMan's mama was crying so loud you could hear her over everything, and his little sister looked like she was in shock. Rah gave the eulogy and broke down halfway through.
It was heartbreaking.
I saw Sosa as soon as I walked in. He was standing in the back with Draco and some other niggas, looking rough. He had on a black suit, but his eyes looked dead. When he saw me, something flickered in his face, but I looked away quick.
I sat with Mya and tried to focus on the service, but I could feel Sosa's eyes on me the whole time. It made my skin hot, made my heart race. I hated that he still had that effect on me.
After the funeral, as everyone was leaving and heading to their cars, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned around and it was Sosa.
"Yah-Yah, can we talk?" he said, his voice low.
"I'm good, Sosa," I said, pulling my arm away.
"Please, Ma—"
"I said I'm good," I repeated, harder this time. "You made your choice. Now let me make mine."
I walked away before he could say anything else, before I could let him see the tears in my eyes. Mya was waiting by the car, and we left without looking back.
* * *
A week after the funeral, I woke up feeling sick as fuck. I barely made it to the bathroom before I was throwing up, my whole body heaving. I had been feeling off for a few days, but I thought it was just stress. but then I realized my period was late.
"Oh fuck," I whispered, sitting on the bathroom floor.
I sent Mya to the store to get me a pregnancy test, and when she came back, I took it with shaking hands. Three minutes felt like three hours.
Then Two lines appeared, and it told me all I needed to know, I was pregnant.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I said, tears streaming down my face.
I was pregnant with Sosa's baby, and we weren't even together.
How the fuck was this my life?
I stayed in bed the rest of the day, crying, throwing up, and feeling sorry for myself. I didn't know what the fuck I was gonna do. Then I heard the doorbell ring. I heard Mya answer it, heard her talking to someone. Then I heard footsteps coming down the hall toward my bedroom.
