AUGUST P.O.V.
I was so grateful for Amber man. I often chose to be alone, mostly because it seemed everybody I encountered was fake as hell. That shit gets tiring, trying to figure out niggas motives. Trying to wreck your brain to figure out why niggas nice to you. Why niggas trying to get close to you. What niggas trying to get from you.
With Amber, I didn’t have to that. Yeah, yeah. I know I gave her a hard-time at first, but that was my way of testing her. My way of seeing whether she genuinely cared about me, or whether she thought I was some fun-time Taye Diggs ass nigga, from How Stella Got Her Groove Back.
Older women be on some other shit when it come to young niggas. They use young niggas to have fun with and get occasional sex from, but they rarely took you seriously. You’re were like their boy-toy, only to be used at their convenience. And I wasn’t nobody’s fucking toy. Don’t fuck with me or my emotions.
When Amber explained to me why she chose to go Go-Karting, I could tell she was sincere. I could see she was just a genuinely kind hearted person. She barely knew me, but I could feel that she cared about me.
After we left, we went to this Italian restaurant. We talked about everything from politics, to our futures. She admitted that her dream was to be able to quit her job one day and travel the world.
I told her that when I became a dentist, she wouldn’t have to work, and I would provide her the opportunity to go anywhere she wanted.
She thought I was joking, but a nigga was dead serious. The more I talked to her and found out about her, the more I became attracted to her. Not just her body, she was indeed well endowed.
But her mind was so fucking sexy. We spent 30 minutes debating whose form of a leadership was more effective. She insisted on Dr. King, I on the other hand, believed in the philosophies of Malcolm X. I fucking love a woman who can challenge me mentally, and Amber did that.
I knew I needed a person like her in my life. Not necessarily as a girlfriend, as out-going as I was I was too scared to ask her out, and on top of that, I doubt with her status she would go for a nigga like me. And I don’t take rejection well, so I was gonna chill on the relationship thoughts for a while.
But I was literally alone in this life. The only person that was there for me was now dead, and no matter how strong a nigga is, I needed a friend to just be there for me.
And after spending the day with Amber, I felt I had finally found that friend.
I was on a high from today, I swore nothing would bring me down.
After dinner I dropped Amber off and headed home. I opened the door to find Chandra at the kitchen table. Her head was in both her hands.
“What’s good Cha?”
I took off my shoes and sat them by the door. She looked up with a blank expression on her face, and I walked over to her and touched her back.
“What’s wrong?”
She didn’t say anything. She just handed me a letter. I picked it up and read it.
“I told him to give me a week.” I looked at the letter confused.
She shook her head and looked up at me. I could see tears forming in her eyes .
“I’m sorry Aug. We shouldn’t have come.”
I put her head on my stomach, to calm her.
“No Cha, it ain’t y’all fault.” I ran my hands over her straight burgundy hair. I could feel my shirt wet from her tears.
