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Excuse All Mistakes!
                          
Jasmine 
                          
I mentally kicked myself in the ass. Any fool would know better than to slip and say some disrespectful shit like that to a person who actually cares for you. I was to afraid to look towards the stairs because I knew Pac was probably standing there stuck in his tracks. 
                          
"What?" He said slowly walking down the stairs. 
                          
"I didn't mean to say that! It just sli-" 
                          
"You still love that nigga after all he done to you! I'm the one who found you, put a roof over your head and gave you all my love, then you do me like this." Pac yelled. 
                          
Tears began rolling down my cheek rapidly, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I do love him."
                          
Pac threw his arms above his head and sighed heavily. He began pacing back and forth, then suddenly spoke up, "Look I understand. I understand you love that lil' nigga.", "I had lil' somethin' like that before." He chuckled looking up. 
                          
"Really?" I sniffled. 
                          
"Yuh. She was beautiful, she was 5'2, thick ass thighs, blonde curly hair, and caramel. But, none of that mattered to me. The one thing I loved about her was that personality. That's what made me fall in love with her." Pac confessed laying down on the couch. 
                          
I sat on my feet wanting to hear more, "Well, what happened to her?" 
                          
"She was still feeling her ex. Sad part about it was that she was pregnant for me. It broke me." Pac said fidgeting with the carpet, with his hand that was hanging off the couch. 
                          
I swallowed hard, realizing he was talking about me, "What was her name?" I asked after clearing my throat. 
                          
"Jasmine Elizabeth Selène Delarosé Williams." He said as though he was talking to me. 
                          
I was silent. I don't want to hurt Pac. Hell I have his baby. I don't want my kid growing up with out a father.  
                          
"You know Jay, I thought you was different." He said grabbing a cigarette and flicking his lighter. "I thought you was going to be my wife and we was going stay together for a long time. You know, grow old have a few kids here and there, you know the old school shit." 
Pac said chuckling at the last part. 

                          
"Well it's not impossible. I'm pregnant for you now." 
                          
"How I know it's not Eric's?" Pac said blowing a O. 
                          
"You the only one I been with." I said. 
                          
"That's a basic bitch's excuse. Prove it to me." Pac said. 
                          
"You want a paternity test?" I asked. 
                          
"Nah, I want YOU to make ME believe that that's my baby." Pac said. 
                          
I don't even know what none of that shit mean. How am I supposed to know how to do any of that? 
                          
"Come with me." Pac said sitting up. 
                          
"Where?" I asked. 
                          
"Los Angeles."
                          
"Tupac I don't know if-" 
                          
"You want me to believe you?" Pac asked me. 
                          
"Of course, but I rea-" 
                          
"Bring yo ass to LA with me and show me you mine. That what we got is real." Pac said. 
                          
I thought awhile and then answered, "Yes." 

                          
•
                          
Eric
                          
"This track too dope Dre!" I said dapping Dre. 
                          
These niggas got me making love songs now. Well, love songs with a gangsta twist. 
                          
"I rather fuck with you, Yeahhhh. Said I rather fuck with youu." The bitches that Yella invited sang. 
                          
I know y'all bitches wondering, "Why the fuck he dating Jay sister if he want her back?" Well bitch, I'm not with her skanky ass. I just hit and was about to bounce when she asked if I wanted to visit Jay. 
                          
Anyway, I been wanting to just privately talk to her, but there's never a good time to talk to her. 
                          
"Yo E, I'm about bounce man." Dre said dapping me up. 
                          
"Aight."
                          
I went ahead and closed up Ruthless. 
                          
A nigga been starving lately. I ain't got nobody to go to the store for me. I don't be wanting to leave the house without Jay. 
                          
I went to the corner market, to my surprise I saw Jay. I thought my eyes was fooling me, I was literally just thinking about her. I went up to her and worked up a conversation. 
                          
"What Eric?" She asked disgustedly. 
                          
"Look, I just want to talk in private. Meet me at that breakfast place down the road."
                          
"Nigga you don't even know what it's called and you tryin' to bring me there?" 
                          
"Cause' I don't give a fuck. Just meet me there?" 
                          
She sighed,"Okay." 
                          
•
                          
I sat in the booth waiting for Jasmine to pull up. I heard the door ring open and saw her walk towards my booth. 
                          
"So what is it you want to talk about?" She asked getting straight to the point. 
                          
"Well one: Things haven't been the same since you left. I haven't ate, slept, or behaved right. I need you back." 
                          
Jasmine shifted in her seat and folded her arms. 
                          
"Two: I know you hate the ground I walk on, but damn it I need you. I know you don't want or need me, but I can't shake this feeling." I put my hands on face feeling weird. 
                          
I felt her lean over the table, "E, are you crying?" 
                          
Jasmine
                          
I saw drops of water run down Eric's hand convincing me that not only he was crying, but he meant everything he was saying. Fuck. This ain't the right time; I'm pregnant, with Pac, and I'm about to move to Los Angeles. Eric doesn't know any of that, well, he knows about Pac. 
                          
"I'm sorry. I really mean it Jay. I fucked up real bad. But I can make up for it." He cried grabbing hold of my hand. This was the first time I'd ever seen him cry. 
                          
"Eric...I don't..know." 
                          
"Come on I can be better. What that nigga Pac is better than me? Is this what all o-" 
                          
"ERIC IM PREGNANT!" 
                          
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