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“So you can total it too?”

“That last one wasn’t my fault!”

“But the first two were.”

“I learned my lesson,” he laughed, touching her thigh. “Race in the video games, not in the streets. How ‘bout it? Me’n you? Dinner tonight? I’m buyin’.”

“I can’t, I have to take care of my mom and grandmother,” she told him, pushing his hand off her leg.

“Shit, how ‘bout after that?” he asked, undaunted, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her fingers close to kiss.

“She won’t because she’s pregnant,” Chad offered, staring at his phone.

Sailor flinched, then gave him an incredulous look as Davon sat back, stunned. Leaning back in, he reached up and lifted her baggy shirt as she grabbed it and tried to hold it down.

Davon moved closer, looking around, though no one noticed them. “Shit! How far along? I didn’t know you was seeing anyone! Whose is it? Fuck, I thought you was a virgin!”

Sailor blushed, horrified, then turned and punched Chad in the face. “FUCK you, creeper! That wasn’t your place!”

“Ow! Ow, that hurt! You can’t hit people!” Chad whined, his hand over his mouth as he rocked, then broke down in tears.

“Shut the fuck up! And take a shower! And wipe your nasty snotty nose!” she yelled, then got up and forced Davon to move over against the kid who always wore headphones. “Don't tell anyone!” she hissed at him, her arms over her stomach.

“Whose is it?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she managed, tears of rage and anguish welling up.

“You seein’ someone already?”

“NO!”

“Shit… okay. Like, a one-night stand or somethin’?”

“Something. Leave it.”

“Aight… shit. Fuck, Baby Girl, I’d still tap that shit,” he chuckled. “‘And I THOUGHT them titties was gettin’ bigger. I was like, damn! I thought girls stopped growin’ at like 14 or 15, but you’re 18 now, and they was gettin’ bigger! Thought maybe you was paddin’ or somethin’, but they move like real.”

“Shut up!”

“How far along?”

“4 months?”

“Right at Christmas? Who was you fuckin’ with then?”

“Leave it,” she huffed as they approached the school. Standing, she rushed forward, the first one off the bus, and hurried inside.

Chapter 3

Janine met her at her locker and caught her mood quickly. “Your mom?” she asked worriedly.

“Fine,” Sailor mumbled, slamming her locker shut, then hurrying to class to finish her homework.

Between classes, she met up with other kids, passing off work she’d done for them, getting cash.

Davon was smart enough not to bring it back up on the bus home, sitting with her but talking to his friends in the seat behind them.

He did stop her as she stood to get off the bus. “I mean it, Say,” he smiled teasingly. “Get you an OnlyFans, and I’ll hook you up.”

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