Different Playing Fields (August Alsina)

Chapter 5: Comfortable

Chapter 5

Comfortable
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August

I walked outta my last class buildin' headin' foe my dorm hall that was jus' next doe. Taday been boring as shit, and the whole day I couldn't stop thankin' 'bout O'Shae. It was like nunin' else was goin' on in my mind, but shit that had ta do wit' her. I ain't seen her all day, and she wasn't inna dinnin' hall eitha. I had asked Dink if he seen her and he said he hasnt, but this ain't unusual foe Shae apparently. I jus' hope it ain't got shit ta do wit' Rah.

"September Fifth! Whea' you been all day boy?" CaPree got ta yellin' as soon as I stepped foot through the doe.

I shook my head and laughed at him especially when I seen the broad that was jus' chillin' on his bed all hugged up wit' him. CaPree a damn hoe, that's somethin' I done learned 'bout that nigga. Hoes be droppin' ta his feet jus' 'cause he onna basketball team, but aye, I ain't gone knock him. He ca gone head and get his, I jus' wish I ca get mine.

"In class nigga, whea' you been?" I asked afta throwin my bag on my bed, and then goin' ta change my shirt.

"Yknow me, I jus' be chillin'."

"I bet. Well imma head out my nigga, I'll holla at you lata." I tol' him while I was headin' foe the doe.

"Wait whea' you goin' bruh?" He yelled afta me.

"Home."

"Iight have fun!"

Taday I was goin' back ta mama's ta chill and eat dinna befoe headin' back that way, plus Trav owe me foe our bet so I'm jus' goin' ta collect my winnings. I ca use a break back ta regula life outside this shit, and bein' back wit' the fam the best way. Plus a nigga need ta go make some money right quick 'cause I'm broke nah, and I cain't be livin' off this damn cafeteria food 'cause the shit jus' ain't cuttin' it.

I walked out the buildin' an then ova ta the front of the place whea' Trav was already chillin' in the truck. I creeped up and got ta bangin' onna window scarin' his ass.

He pressed the unlock button, and I climbed in laughin' at his ole scary ass. "Nigga, fuck is wrong witchu?" He yelled at me.

"What's wrong wit' me? What's wrong witcho scary ass, jumpin' an shit."

"Man forget you, ain't nobody see yo skinny ass comin'."

"Still, yo ass all extra jumpy like somebody came ta kill you."

"You coulda been foe all I knew!"

I laughed at him some moe while he pulled off from the curb and headed on out the college area. I still ain't explored 'round this muhfucka, and barely know 'bout anything 'round hea'. CaPress said he'd show me one day, but who knows when that'll be since that nigga always nuts deep in some chick or at the gym. I might jus' have ta figure shit out on my own like I been doin'.

"So what's good woadie? How that college life been?" Trav yelled. I chuckled, and shrugged a lil.

"It's been straight. Borin' as hell but it's been straight."

"Word? So you know what you doin' up in class?"

"Yea, ain't shit really ta the stuff. I ain't got no distractions or nunin' so I ain't got no choice but ta listen an know the shit."

Trav nodded and turned a corna befoe glancin' ova at me. "No distractions? What about shorty we met on yo first day? Seem like she was distractin' yo ass then."

I sucked my teeth and jus' shook my head. Ion't even know what ta say 'bout O'Shae no moe. Afta that shit went down at her crib I jus' don't know what ta do. She wasn't hea' taday so I couldn't ask her 'bout the shit, and when I tried textin' the phone numba she emailed me she ain't even respond back. There's always this typa pull I have towards shorty whea' I jus' wanna make sho' she straight, and no shit 'bout her, but she ain't even givin' a nigga a chance. Hell at this point I jus' wanna make sho' she iight.