Monique Jordan fell in love with drug dealer August Alsina 10 years ago. She was 15, and he was 19.
One mistake changed the two relationship forever.
When the two cross paths again, do you think they'll be able to come home to each other or they'l...
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August
"Man August, you are so funny." Bianca said.
"I can be ma'." I said back to her.
Me and Bianca been kickin' it for a lil while today, and I know that I need to stop leading her on, but I can't help but to right now. I know that she wants to be with me, but I can't be with her because she's not Monique.
"Ayo B, I'll be back." I said grabbing my keys.
"I know that you're not going to leave me here alone." Bianca said.
I laughed. "You'll be straight ma. Don't open the door unless it's Monique. Ight?"
"Ok." She said lowly.
"Don't start ma." I said planting a kiss on her cheek, and it made her smile.
Once I grabbed my keys, I decided to stop by my homeboy QMoney house. He texted me about an hour ago, and said that him, Ahmad, Cole, and another nigga was at his crib. Just to get away from Bianca, I decided to stop by the crib to see what's going on.
I hopped out the car and I walked up to the house. I knocked on the door, and Cole opened the door.
"Wassam nigga!" He said and I shook my head and dapped him up.
"Man nigga, being a father and stayin' out tha' way." I said being honest.
"I hear ya." He said.
I walked in the house, and I saw the rest of the niggas sitting in the room watching the football game. The Ravens was playing the Giants.
"Wassup nigga." QMoney said to me.
"Wassguud bra." I said dapping him up.
"Where Mad?" I asked.
"Nigga in the bathroom shitting." Q said.
I laughed, and then I saw a nigga in the kitchen. Dude looked familiar, but I didn't know who he was because he didn't catch my eye just yet.
"Oh shit, wassup Yung." Ahmad said coming out the bathroom.
"Wassup withcha'." I said.
"Nothing man, just living life." He said.
"Fr tho." I said lowly while watching the game.
I rolled me up a blunt as we all watched the game. I looked in the kitchen, and the dude was still in there. It looked like he was on the phone with somebody. Ian know the nigga so I didn't want to intrude on his conversation. I swear I knew this nigga though.
