August P.O.V.
I woke up to a buzzer. "August Alsina you have made bail." I smirked. "Nigga I make millions, of course I was gone make mothafuckin bail." He laughed. "See you later September." I chuckled. "Fuck yo honky ass." I walked to the front of the building. And I saw Erin there, mad asf'. "Hey baby I missed you." She walked way from me. Fuck. I hopped in the passenger seat of the car and buckled in. "Oh. So you avoid going to jail by wearing a seatbelt instead of avoiding going to jail by BEATING A NIGGA INTO A COMA!" I just knew this explosion was coming up. "I'm sorry." She looked at me and let out a small crazy bitch chuckle. "You ain't seen sorry yet nigga." She drove to Wendy's and ordered the whole menu. "Damn ma is you gone share." She gave me an evil glare. "You do realize we have 4 kids?" I laughed which caused her to laugh too. I looked down thinking of what I should say for forgiveness.
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Age Ain't Nothing But A Number (August Alsina Story)
Teen FictionThis story is about a girl name Erin, she's in love with her fellow label mate, August, but she's just 6 years younger then him so she knows there ain't a chance, but there's always another side of the story. Enjoy
