Remember Me | D'Angelo Russell

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During the car ride home, I can't help but think about the text Imani got from Jordan.

I hope they didn't have sex, they've just met! I think to myself.

I glance at Imani as I drive and I see her typing something on her phone.

She has a worried look on her face and she glances at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked paying attention to the road.

"Yeah, love. I'm just a little gutted about somethin! But I'll tell you all about it later!" Imani says.

Gutted, British slang for being bitterly disappointed about something.

Something is definitely up, she used her accent the whole time she spoke. She only does that when she's upset about something, I think to myself.

"You sure you don't wanna talk about it now?" I asked trying to push her to speak.

"I'll tell you when it's the right time!" Imani says.

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A whole month has passed and I still have not figured out what was wrong with Imani the day after D'Angelo's party.

I come home from work and I hear sniffling from the bathroom.

"Imani?" I call out worried.

I hear shuffling from the bathroom and Imani tries to stop crying.

"Hey!" She says loudly stopping me from entering the bathroom.

"'Ello?" I say. "What is wrong with you?"

"We need to talk." Imani says.

She grabs my hand and pulls me towards her bedroom.

We both sit on her bed and she lets out a long sigh.

"I missed my period this month!" Imani says.

"Mabey it's just late!" I exclaim, Imani shakes her head no.

"No no no, Jordan and I got like extremely drunk at the party and we kinda ended up well- I- we pulled a tidy one at the party!"

She pulled a tidy one with Jordan Clarkson, I mentally slap myself.

Pulling a tidy one, British slang for hooking up with someone.

"Did you use protection?" I asked.

"Yes, but, oh bloody hell, I guess the Johnny split!" Imani exclaims throwing her hands in the air.

I do the same while letting out a sigh. "Of course, the Johnny split!"

The Johnny split, British slang for the condom was broken.

"So, I took a few test and they all came back positive." Imani says.

"This is all my fault!" I say running a hand through my hair.

"How in heavens is it your fault? I'm the one who wasn't responsible!" Imani says contradicting what I just said.

"No, I let you slip away with him! I broke rule number-"

"-shut up don't say it!" Imani rolls her eyes.

"-Rule number six!"

°Rule #6 Do not trust just anybody-°

There is a second part to that rule, but Jordan doesn't fit that part of the rule.

I trusted Jordan with my sister and now-wait a second does Jordan know?

"Did you tell him?" I asked Imani.

She nods her head yes.

She reaches in her pocket and she pulls out her phone handing it to me.

Jordan

Jordan Clarkson😍 yes?

I'm pregnant.

Jordan Clarkson😍 are you going to keep it?

Of course I'm going to keep it!

What the hell!

Jordan Clarkson😍 why are you going go keep it?

What do you mean? It's a living person and I have the choice to have the baby live or die! I will not kill my own child you fucking-- how could you even think that.

Jordan Clarkson😍 Look Imani, I'm not ready to be a dad...

Jordan Clarkson😍 I'm not ready for people to see me as "Jordan Clarkson, the Dad"

So what are you saying?

Jordan Clarkson😍 I'm saying you should raise the baby yourself!

I stop reading the messages.

"He can't be serious!" I say sliding a hand down my face frustrated.

"I wish he was playing, but..."

"-people are fucked up!" I finish for her.

Congratulations Jordan Clarkson, you made yourself fit the second part of rule number six!

°Rule #6 Do not just trust anybody, because people are fucked up°