Jasmine's POV

Zenia and I were in the supermarket throwing food into a cart while moving from aisle to aisle.

"Put this in there," she said, throwing two pregnancy tests into the cart.

"Zenia, I already told you that I'm not pregnant," I pleaded.

"Lets say that you are pregnant, who's the father?"

I gave her a death glare and, if looks could kill, I would have killed my own sister.

"Hey, don't get mad at me," she said, throwing up her hands in surrender.

"I get why you asked that question, but Evan would definitely be the father since I never engaged in any sexual activities with Bradley."

"So you didn't use any protection?" she asked in a whisper tone.

"Yeah we did. But there was this one time we didn't and he ejaculated inside me."

"My gosh."

"Can we just drop this topic? I'm really trying to move on with my life."

"Sure."

The topic shifted to fashion and clothing lines. It was Zenia's dream to become a fashion designer and owned her boutique.

After getting home and putting the groceries away, Zenia placed the pregnancy tests in my hands. "It wouldn't hurt to make sure. Do one now and the other one in the morning."

I went to the bathroom, read the directions and peed. I waited patiently on that one red line-- the negative line.

After five minutes it showed exactly that. Negative. I was not pregnant. Zenia came bursting through the bathroom door.

"What did it show?"

"Negative," I answered, showing her the stick.

"Oh, well, how do you feel about that?" she asked.

"I feel like I can finally move on with my life."

And that I did.

_________

Two weeks later, I landed a job as a waitress and bartender at the restaurant where my mother worked.

Finally, I felt normal. No one judged me and asked any questions about Evan and me. I found myself laughing and talking and making friends with the other employees there, everyone except for a guy named Michael. He was grumpy and impolite. But, in almost every workplace, there's always this one person who makes you uncomfortable to be around them.

"Jasmine, can you assist me on table nine? It's a walk-in couple!" Sharmolly, one of the other waitress, called out to me.

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