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been called. I thought I had calculated everything perfectly, but somehow I managed to leave out the one thing in the equation that was now causing me to subtract everything that had added up to this moment; CJ.
    My dreams of going to school had passed two months ago, the minute I found out I was pregnant. How was I supposed to walk on the cheerleading squad and expect to be a flier when I was carrying a baby? This was definitely not part of the plan. I felt as though he set me up. I mean sure, I had laid down and had sex with him but if I recall, I asked him to put on a condom. No, I didn‟t protest when he said he didn‟t have one and that‟s my mistake, one that I now had to suffer the consequences for.
    Instead of unpacking and arranging my new dorm room, I was waiting for my name to be called so the baby mechanics could come lube me up, rotate my tires, and replace my engine.
“Asjiah Cappelli?”
     
A middle aged white woman who resembled Mary
    Poppins appeared in the lobby.
I didn‟t want to get up. Maybe if I just sat here for a
while she‟d go away.
CJ‟s eyes locked with mine and for a moment I
thought he would say something, tell me that he didn‟t
want to do this, that being here was a mistake. I thought he
would take me away from this awful place but he didn‟t. I
took my ring off and placed it on the table in front of him.
His pathetic ass couldn‟t even look at me.
“Asjiah Cappelli?” Repeating my name she glanced
over the chart as she waited in the doorway.
“Is there an Asjiah Cappelli here?” Mary Poppins‟
voice grew sterner as she glanced over the girls in the
waiting room.
“That‟s me,” I didn‟t recognize my voice as I spoke.
I sounded like a frightened child. In a sense, I guess that‟s
what I was. I got up, rolled my eyes at CJ, and then walked
towards the door.
“Right this way Ms. Cappelli.”
Ms. Poppins smiled at me as I followed behind her
and scenes from the movie began to play through my head.
In the film, her character was this perky nanny who could fly by using her umbrella. Looking at her I knew there would be no sing a‟ longs and that there was no way a spoon full of sugar was going to make this medicine go down.
    “H ello?”
“What‟s up shorty?”
“Don‟t what‟s up shorty me nigga, did she do it
yet?” Corey rummaged through her closet as she tried to find something to wear.
    “Man chill out, we at the clinic now; they just called her name.” CJ looked around paranoid that the nurses were listening to his conversation.
“I can‟t believe you were so careless. You told me that you weren‟t fucking her raw CJ; you told me you and that little white bitch was over.” Looking in the mirror, she held up a black jumpsuit; frowned, then put it back in the closet.
    “I‟ve been patient long enough Christian, I‟m not going to keep warming the bench while you play house with her.”
    “Listen, I told you it‟s being taken care of. Soon enough it will be me and you again.”
CJ put his head down and ran his hand across his head. The week him and Asjiah spent in Miami was perfect, just like old times. To see her smile again made him happy, how was he supposed to tell her that he didn‟t want to be with her anymore, that once they got back to Cleveland it was over? She had been through so much already and he didn‟t want to break her heart.
The image of her standing in front of the bathroom wearing the teddy she had bought from Victoria Secret almost made him second guess what he was doing. She looked so pretty. She was finally ready to give herself to him under the belief that he was hers and hers only.
“I‟m sorry A‟.”
“What?” Corey took the phone away from her ear and looked at it. “What did you just say?”
“Huh?”
“You just said I‟m sorry A‟.”
Shit. He was losing it. Asjiah didn‟t deserve this but it was too late to turn back now. Besides, she wanted that nigga Money anyway. He wasn‟t sure when they had gotten so close