“Hello? Earth to Adeya!” my mom says, waving her hands in front of my face. I look up from my notepad, my view just my disgruntled mother.
“Were you even paying attention to me?” she asks.
“Mom, you know I have that meeting with those record executives, I have to make sure everything is perfect” I say.
“You’re going to run yourself ragged young lady, all you’re doing is working! When was the last time you hung out with Laila or Braum?” she asks.
“They understand,” I say, she pushes out of her seat grabbing my notebook from the table.
“I don’t like that you’re working so hard,” she says, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at her. “You have nothing to worry about, if they have any brains, they’ll love you,” she says.
“Now it’s Saturday, go hang out with your friends!” she says, I push myself out of my seat. Going upstairs and getting dressed, Braum was busy with Bo, so I head towards Laila’s house. Finding her hanging in her backyard with Geo, who was helping her mother garden.
“Hello Adeya!” Laila’s mom says.
“Hi Mrs. Warren,”
“Are you finally taking a break?” Laila says excitedly, jumping out of the hammock and meeting me across the lawn. “Geo and I were just about to go to the water hole!”
“My mom said I was going to run myself ragged,” I say.
“I believe her,” Laila says, before pulling me into a hug. “We’re leaving whenever G is done with my mom,” Laila says, pulling me inside. “Do you need something to wear?”
“That would be helpful,” I say, we go upstairs to her room and she lends me some of her swim wear. I was thankful we were about the same size, minus the fact that Laila had the chest of a 14-year-old. By the time we were finished getting dressed and put our sunscreen on, Geo was ready, and we were hitting the road. The water hole is the only place in town beside the public swimming pool that teens could go. Usually though, the public pool is flooded with security, adults, and children who always getting in the way, so naturally the watering hole was more for the teenagers. No one really bothered us when we were there, and we were far enough away from civilization that we hardly got any noise complaints. Now that we were getting closer to summer, everyone in my grade usually spent their weekends here. For the last three weeks however, I’ve been locked away in my room prepared for my meeting with record label executives, from one of the top labels in L.A. They saw my award-winning song, on the competition’s website, and set up a meeting. Ever since then, the only thing my mind has been focused on was impressing them.
“Look at Rebecca, does she know that she doesn’t need to shop at the pre-teen section anymore,” Laila says, when we roll up to the water hole. I can see Rebecca Williams walking around in the skimpiest outfit, her boobs practically crawling from her shirt. “Does she have any shame?”
“Obviously not,” I reply, we all get out. Geo immediately enveloped by his friends leaving Laila and I to find a good spot to sit at and look at the water. I immediately spot Bo hanging around with some of his friends from Soccer. I leave Laila to make up our blankets, walking over to him. “Hey Bo,” I say, he looks over at me like he’s seen a ghost.
“Hey D, what’s up,” he says.
“Where’s Braum? He said you two were hanging out today,” I say.
“He did?” he says. “I haven’t talked to him all day,” Bo says, before giving me a sheepish grin. “He did say he had something to do with his brothers though, maybe you got it mixed up,” he says, I nod to myself.
“Maybe,” I say, before turning and walking back over to my blanket.
“Everything okay?” Laila asks.
“I think Braum lied to me about what he was doing today,” I say.
“Why would he do that?” she asks, I shrug falling on the blanket and grabbing my phone attempting to call him, and only receiving his voicemail. I drop it, figure I did get confused, Geo joins us pulling Laila out to the water, leaving me to watch our things. I lay out on the blanket basking in the sun. I soon join Laila and Geo in the water splashing and playing around. Then the sun begins to set, and everyone starts packing up to go home. “Deya are you okay? You don’t look so good,”
“What? Oh, I just haven’t eaten anything all day,” I admit, before leaning against the nearest tree.
“Are you okay?” she asks again, but before I can answer everything goes dark.
When I wake up, I’m in a hospital bed. Laila and my mom are talking, and it looks like my mother is crying.
“You’re awake!” she shouts, running to my side. “I knew you were working too hard!” she says, caressing my face.
“Weren’t eating,” she says, before pulling away and leaving the room. Laila joins my side.
“You scared the shit out of me,” she whispers. “I thought G was going to faint too,” she says, the door to the room opens again and the doctor walks in followed by my mother.
“Good evening Ms. Waterson, I’m glad to see your awake and well,” she says, before stopping at the base of my bed. “Now you’re all good, we can get you checked out in less than an hour I will like to say that you can’t continue to go without food, breakfast, lunch, and dinner,”
“I understand,” I say.
“Especially since you are pregnant, you have to think of your baby,” silence fills the room, my mom looks at me like I had already given birth.
“Excuse me?” I say, the doctor looks at me before reading the rude.
“You weren’t aware you were pregnant?” she says, before sucking in a breath. “Sorry, you’re almost 3 weeks, I can set up an ultrasound if you’d like,”
“Uh…Yes, yes please,” I whisper, she nods leaving the room. Leaving me in the silence of my mother and Laila. I was pregnant, I was in that percental of people who got pregnant after their first time. I thought I was safe, I’m on birth control and Braum wore a condom. A nurse returns with the ultrasound machine and my mother cries the entire time. When everything is finished, my mom drives Laila home and my mom and I don’t speak the entire ride home. “I’m sorry,”
“It’s okay,” she says, resting her head on the wheel. “It’s going to be okay,”
“What should I do?” I ask.
“That’s really up to you my love,” she says, looking over at me. “That’s all up to you,” she grabs my hand, squeezing it. “But whatever you do choose, know that I’m right behind you 100%,”
“Thank you, mama,” I say, leaning in and allowing her to hug me. “Please don’t tell dad, not yet,” I say pulling away wiping my eyes. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, and I want to tell Braum first,”
“Alright,” she says, we pull away and sit in the car together in complete silence for another half hour. When we go inside, we find my sister and dad eating pizza in the living room, watching re-runs of old football games together.
“Is everything alright?” my dad asks.
“Just a heat stroke, I just need to drink more water,” I lie, giving a reassuring nod to my mother before going to my room for the night. In the morning I force myself to eat breakfast, even though I only want to throw everything up. Today was the big audition with the record executives. On top of that, I had to drop the pregnancy bombshell on Braum, and I just didn’t know how he was going to take it.
“Good luck sweetie!” my dad says, giving me one last supportive hug before sending me on my way. Laila and Geo waiting for me outside.
“How are you feeling,” Laila asks, when I climb into the car.
“Like I’m going to throw up,” I say, resting my back against the seat and closing my eyes. “Everything is spinning,”
“You’re going to be great!” Geo says. “They’re going to love you,”
“That isn’t the only thing she’s worried about,” Laila says, I open my eyes and she’s looking at her through the rearview mirror. “Have you talked to him at all?”
“No, I don’t know what to say without sound like somethings wrong,” I say, before squeezing my eyes shut again. “I don’t know what to do guys…”
“Focus on the audition, this is everything to you! Everything else will fall into place,” Geo says.
“I agree,” Laila says. We arrive to the studio, and Geo and Laila have to wait in the garage. I walk through the lobby.
“Hello, I have an appointment with Jacob Dawson,” I say.
“Name?” the receptionist asks.
“Adeya Waterson,” I say, she nods before calling someone.
“Ms. Waterson is waiting in the lobby,” she hangs up the phone before pointing me to chairs in the corner. I walk over taking a seat, soon the door opens, and a girl walks out talking on a phone, she stops in front of me.
“Adeya?” she asks.
“Yes, Hello,” I say.
“Hi, I’m Jacob Dawson’s personal assistant Zahara,” she says, I stand taking her hand. “We’ll be working together closely, Mr. Dawson is a busy boy, so he gives me all the new and up and coming artist,”
“Am I not meeting Mr. Dawson?” I ask.
“No, we’re meeting with Henry the recording manager so we can get started on your first single,” she says, before heading towards the elevator. I quickly follow her.
“First single? I’m already getting a single?” I say.
“Oh, you weren’t told?” we step onto the elevator. “Jacob loved you, he’s finalizing the papers now but until we can get you all signed, he wants to start producing a singer so we can start promoting you!”
“Oh my god, thank you!” I say.
“Don’t thank me honey, you’re the talent,”
We make it to the 9th floor, where I walk into a studio for the first time. While Zahara talks to Henry, the sound engineer, I immediately call Laila.
“How is everything?” Laila asks.
“I’m producing a song! They’re signing me!” I whisper, jumping from one foot to the other.
“Oh my god what!” Laila screams. “You’re joking?!” I show the studio I’m standing in before the door opens and I’m forced to shove my phone back into my pocket.
“Are you ready to record?” Zahara asks. “We’re going to record, Your Song, and see how everything is,”
“Sounds great,” I say, I walk over to the headsets, pulling them on.
“You can start whenever you’re ready,” I hear Zahara say, and before I know it, my instrumental is playing in my eat sets. My dreams were coming alive in front of my very eyes, I was recording my first song ever. I was no longer the girl posting on my Instagram and trying out for every talent competition that existed. I was recording an actual song with an actual label, and I was going to produce. “Beautiful! I loved it, we’re going to try one more time and then we’ll wrap,”
“Sounds good,” We run it one more time, before we finish. I pull off the headset and join Zahara in the lounge area.
“You sounded amazing girl!” she says. “I’m going to send everything over to the head office and see where we’re going from there,”
“Wow, I just really can’t believe this is happening,” I say. “It’s so surreal,”
“Well believe it baby, you’re on the highway to fame!” Zahara says nudging me.
“I’m pregnant,” I spit out, before covering my mouth. Zahara meets my probably frightened gaze.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that, I haven’t even told my boyfriend, I just don’t know what to do,” I say, before dropping my head in my hands. “I don’t know what to do,”
“Oh honey,” she pulls me into a hug. “I think you should do whatever is best for you,” she pulls away. “If you choose to keep the kid, we’ll work around it, albums take a long time to make,” she smiles.
“I’m scared,” I admit.
“It’s okay to be scared, life is scary! Just take it one step out of a time,” she says, before pulling me into another hug. “Now, I’ll call in a few days so we can meet before I head back to L.A,”
“And whatever you do, know you have someone on your side,” she says nudging me.
“Thank you,” I say. Geo and Laila are waiting for me with chocolate and flowers when I make it back to the garage. We celebrate in the car, before Geo drives us back to Laila’s house where we celebrate more with cupcakes. “I can’t believe this is all actually happening to me,”
“You deserve this! You’ve worked so hard for this Deya,” Laila says, nudging me. My phone suddenly pulls me back to earth.
“Hey,” I answer.
“Hey, where are you?” Braum asks.
“Oh, hey B, I just got back from the recording studio, I’ve got news!” I say.
“Where are you?” he asks, again.
“At Laila’s is everything alright?” I ask.
“I’m outside, can you come out?” he asks, I hang up the phone shoving my phone away.
“Is everything alright? Too much cupcakes?” Laila asks.
“Braum is here, I’ll be right back,” I say, Braum is waiting for me outside of his car. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. “I haven’t seen you all weekend babe,” I say, stopping in front of him. “We really need to talk,”
“We do, and I don’t know how to tell you this,” he says.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“You know I love you, and I wouldn’t want to ever hurt you,”
“I feel like there is a but coming along,” I say.
“I think we should take a break,” he says.
“We’ve only been with each other, and I don’t want us to settle down and realize we hate each other,” he says.
“What are you talking about Braum? Hate each other? I could never hate you,” I step back, before he has the chance to grab me. “Is it Demetra?” I ask.
“Adeya,” he starts, but I cover my mouth before projectile vomit. “It’s not what you think,”
“Then where is this coming from? You want to break up because of what?” I say.
“I want to figure things out Deya, I want to make sure that,”
“You still love me?” I ask.
“You know I will always love you,” he says.
“Then why are you doing this to me,” I say. He doesn’t answer, and it breaks my heart even more. I step away from his car, heading towards Laila’s house.
“Deya wait please,” he calls after me, I turn around.
“Why?” I say.
“We have to talk about this,”
“I don’t even know what to talk about, I don’t even know what’s happening….” I say, running my fingers through my hair.
“I didn’t want it to be like this,”
“Then what did you want it to be like Braum? I don’t understand why you don’t want to be with me anymore!” I say, the door to Laila’s house swings open and she steps in the doorway.
“D?” she asks, I turn around running up the stairs. Going back inside and rushing to the bathroom. “Adeya?!” Laila follows me, I make it to the toilet emptying my stomach of all the celebratory cupcakes and sweets. “What happened? What’s happening?”
“He broke up with me,” I say, through the tears. “He broke up with me,”
My mother and Father had to pick me up from Laila’s house, I could bring myself to move. My Father had to carry me in the car, and it took heavy convincing from my mother for him not to go across the street and talk to Braum himself. I spent the rest of the night in my room and would have spent the next day if I didn’t have school. I didn’t know how I was going to make it, without Braum I felt like a different person, I felt like I wasn’t myself.,
He broke up with me, he wanted space. Words I never thought he would say, words I never thought I’d have to comprehend. He couldn’t even explain himself; it was like one day he wanted to be with me and then suddenly he changed his mind. Nothing made sense, and now I couldn’t even bring myself to tell him about the baby. Was he going to think I was only telling him this now to spare our relationship? Would things be different if I told him my news first?
“You have to tell him D,” Laila says.
“I don’t know what to say,” I say, staring down at my lunch. I couldn’t bring myself to eat, even though my mom packed me a special lunch. She refused to have her grand-child unhealthy, even if I didn’t know whether or not I was keeping it. “I don’t know what he’ll say,”
“Are you going to keep it?” she asks.
“I want too….” I say, putting my hand over my stomach. “I don’t think I can part with it,” I whisper.
“Then you need to tell him, he deserves to know,”
“Don’t you think I know that Laila?” I snap. Before drinking down the rest of my juice. “Every time I see him, he can’t even look me in the eyes and every time I go to knock on the door, I feel like I’m going to faint,” I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, I know this is hard,” Laila says, grabbing my hand. “I’m sorry if I’m making this extra stressful, but you know that you’ll feel much worse if he finds out later and you didn’t tell him,”
“I know,” I say.
“And have you talked to your parents about L,A?” she asks.
“I think if I tell them now, they’re going to think I’m just running away from Braum,” I say.
“This is a once in a lifetime chance! If they want to sign you then they’ll help you live in L.A you can record and start a new life,”
“I don’t want to leave you,” I admit.
“I’ll be one plane ride away,” she says, grabbing my hand. “I’m going to miss you like crazy, and I want nothing but to be by your side the whole pregnancy but…. You have to do this,”