LOVE ||August Alsina story||

VI

Change For The Better

I ain't never been one to catch feelings, I come and I go as I please I say and I'm pimpin' forever
-August Alsina x First Time

|August Alsina|

"Yo yah heard me nigga?" My brada Trav, threw something at me.

"Yeah nigga." A nigga lied text back my lil beybeh.

"Wad I say lil' nigga?" I shrugged.

Ta be honest a nigga, ain't wanna be hea', I'm trynna chill wit my lady.

"Ight, when dis deal with da Mexicans go wrong, don't say shit ta me." I looked up from my phone, at dis nigga crazy.

"Nigga shut chu ass up, yah know damn well, a nigga ain't gon fuck shit up." Laughing he put his arms up.

"Oh dat shit gotchu attention." I chuckled flipping him off. "Must gotchu some new pussy huh?" A nigga couldn't even hide my smile.

"Beybeh girl different, she ain't no hood bitch mane. Why ain't nobody tell a nigga da gud guh da freaks?" He laughed. "Real shit, beybeh girl go ta school, gotta job, and don't ask a nigga fo' shit, but dis dick" I grabbed myself.

"Mane sit chu ass down." he laughed harder "Nigga yo ass pussy whip." he fanned his hand.

"Wad y'all niggas talm?" My oda' olda' broda' Mel walked in my office.

"Dis nigga pussy whipped."

"Mane fuck you. A nigga not pussy whip, I whips da pussy" I clapped my hands.

"Shut chu Friday quotin' ass up." Mel sat down beside Trav, we all laughed.

"Wateva', da fuck yah ass want nigga?"

"Shit a nigga just came ta see wad da fuck y'all doin'." Mel shrugged.

"Ion know wad da fuck dat nigga doin'. But Yung bout ta go." I stood up pulling my pants up befo' dappin' em.

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|Briyah Cater|

But baby, don't get it twisted, you was just another nigga on the hit list. Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch

Needed Me by Rihanna blasted throughout my condo as cleaned up and texted August at the same time.

"Yooou neeeded me Oooh you neeeded me-"

"Girl ain't nobody need yah singin' like dat." August came into the room scaring me.

"What I told you bout doin' that?" I continued whipping my body mirror down.

"Yea yea whateva'." He fanned his hand. "Com'mer" He licked his lips, motioning for me to come to the bed.

"No" I challenged smirking, looking at him in the mirror.

"No?" He raised an eyebrow, I nodded my head yes. "I ain't gon tell yah no mo', com'mer." He demanded like he was my father.