#♯𝐑𝐄 ギ ˛    𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗗 › ↸REACT.

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Like any typical Monday afternoon, 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐃 was attending his research methods in kinesiology class. In the midst of preparing for an upcoming assessment, the classroom’s silence was disrupted by the abrupt sound of various cellphone notifications sounding off one after the other. The male raised a brow but didn’t think anything of it, until he realized everyone’s attention had seemed to be settled on him. 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐃 unlocked his device and his brows formed a confused arch as his eyes discovered a collection of Instagram notifications, stating he was mentioned in the comment section of a gossip post. Promptly clicking on a notification, the male’s hues widened at the sight of his name beside 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒. As he studied the description which detailed accusations shared by the woman, disarray rested on 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐃’s appearance. “Bro, what the fuck…” he cursed underneath his breath.

While reading every spiteful word the woman spoke, 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐃 sensed as if a switch within him had been flipped. The man generally prides himself on always holding onto his good spirit and confident outlook on things. But all he felt at the moment was the exact opposite of that. angst glowed over his body as his expression progressed from confusion to ultimate vexation. The new uncanny view of him was not only a hit to the male’s ego and reputation, but also a dreadful look for his parent’s reputation as well. He found himself staring at the pictures and video’s of a younger toddler that in fact did resemble him.  After closing the app, his phone lit up with an incoming call from his mother. 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐃 shook his head and rejected the call whilst standing on his feet and tossing his backpack over his shoulder. Entirely overlooking his professor calling his name, he continued to storm out of the classroom and headed toward the university’s student parking lot. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐃 knew it was only a matter of time before he did something impetuous if he didn’t control his anger. In truth, he wasn’t upset that there was a child in the question. He was more annoyed at the fact she took their private disagreement and spun it into a story that did not state 100% accurate information. Instead, she created a story that she would benefit from. By the time 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐃 reached his car, he had a multitude of missed calls, followed by a lengthy voicemail from his adoptive parents. Before pulling off, he braced himself to hear the raging chatter he had waiting for him as soon as he pressed play.

                  ❛     rashaad mario evans ( ! ) i know damn well you see me calling your phone. when does this shit with these women end with you ( ? ) at some point you need to start thinking with your mind and not with what’s in your pants. listen, before you even fix your mouth to ask, we can’t help you out of this one. take care of your responsibilities like the man your father & i raised you to be, and fix it now ( ! ) call that woman and handle it, now ( ! ) you’re way too smart to keep making all these dumb and reckless decisions. i need you to start thinking about all the things you’ve worked hard for, all the things WE sacrificed to get you where you are. your decisions don’t just effect you and your future, it effects us as well. the longer you prolong this, the worse it will be.  please don’t make me embarrass your lanky ass by coming down to that frat house. call me back. i love you, son.  ❜ 

As he listened to the voicemail, the male drove in the direction of his home. Once it was over, a deep exhale escaped from his lips as his finger slid up and down his text messages, in search of a specific thread he shared with the alleged baby mother. Despite not wanting to agree with his parent’s take on the situation, 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐃 knew they were right. There was only one way to handle the issue, and that was by facing his responsibilities head on, and without their help. He couldn’t keep using their money as a crutch to all his problems. Unlike his infamous steroid scandal, this wasn’t something their money could make disappear. The athlete knew running away from what could be the truth would cause more drama than he could handle, and was fully aware he needed to deal with the consequences of his poor decision making. With a blank expression decorating his duo, 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐃 sent a message to 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓 inquiring about the best time for them to meet up.

         ❛     oh wowwwww, look who finally knows how to return a fucking message or call. i had to do all of that just for you to finally acknowledge the fact we need to talk ( ? ) something i’ve been trying to get you to do for almost two years now. you’re such a clown & so predictable. let me guess, mommy & daddy told you to reach out to protect their precious image ( ? ) spare me, nigga. before you even assume it, i don’t want or need your money. what i do want is for my daughter to be acknowledged by her coward ass sperm donor & for you to step up and help me take care of her. we can meet up thursday afternoon to take a dna test. i’ll send you the location when i wrap things up with my next client. oh, if you care to know, her name is aloria. ❜

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