Shot For Me || August Alsina

Chapter 17- Collision

Jordan POV
"I'm not bailing you out Aug." I say bluntly. I have a low tolerance for bullshit right now. Especially from him. He has a shocked expression on his face. "What?" I smirk. "Nigga you heard me. You wanted evil, didn't you? You got hella nerve, snitchin' on me." August's mouth creaks open. "I'an snitch on yo' dumbass!"

August POV
It's taking all in my power and the grace of Jesus Christ to keep me from smacking Jordan. "I'an snitch on yo' dumbass!" She clicked her tongue quickly, shaking her head. "Then who did, August. Care to enlighten me? Because you were the only one, other than Honey, Trell, Ty, and Heather that knew. And none of them," She folds her arms across her chest. "would double cross me. So who was it, Mr. I'an-Snitch-On-Yo-Dumbass?" I sit silently, racking my brain for an answer. She smirks in what I guess was high satisfaction. "Yeah," she laughs. "you talk mad shit, but can't back it up. That's typical, for ya bitch ass. August, you are SUCH a sad soul, it saddens me. Now good day to you Mr. Alsina. I need to go pick up my best friend. Well, bail her out with your money, actually." She saunters out the room, switching her hips purposefully. "She's slowly becoming as evil and conniving as Jayda. Where the hell is Jay? I'on like this Jordan." I mumble to myself, looking around the dimly lit, piss smelling cell. Well, I guess I'll go to sleep. As soon as I shut my eyes, there was sound from the other side of the cell. "Inmate #2456726, git yer' ass up!" The guard shouts. Fucking hate his cracker ass. Dumb ass.

Jordan POV
After walking out of the jail, I drove to the women's facility. Trell was talking my ear off but I didn't care enough about what he was actually saying to listen and interact. "And then I threw the paper ball in the trash and I was like KOB- wait, are you even listening?" I nod slowly. "Yeah, T. I'm listening." He smacks his lips. "What I said?" "You uh... you um..." I racked my brain trying to think of things Trell liked. "You was talking bout that jawn America that you met at the club." "One, who the fuck names they kid America, two, i'an been to the club in about 6 months, three, ion pull no randoms." He states matter-of-factly. I laugh, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, okay Trelly." I hear my phone buzzing in my pocket. I stop at the next red light and pull out my phone, checking the text.
[Pay20 😏💫💕, Honey Bunny 😂💘😈, Trelly 😂💙, Ty 🐯, DeWifeyHeatherrr 🙈💘]
[Pay20 😏💫💕] Dear friends, I'm sorry to say that I can't take it anymore. I can't take the pain of living on this earth anymore, and I'm really kind of done with the whole thing. Jordan, Ty, Heather, Trell, thank you for forgiving me. I get to leave this earth at peace with the ones I love. By the time y'all get this, I will probably be on my way to Walmart to get some rope, to make a noose. Anyway, I love you guys, and thank you for not judging me. With love always, Payton April Moore. 💘
[Ty 🐯]- PAYTON STOP! DONT YOU DARE DO IT.
[DeWifeyHeatherrr is typing...]
[DeWifeyHeatherrr 🙈💘]- BITCH STOP. DONT KILL YOURSELF. STOP PAYTON.
[Amouring Jordan 😩💕]- PAYTON STOP! BABE I NEED YOU! IM OMW TO YOU HOUSE NOW!
I throw my phone down into the cup holder. I make a sharp U-turn, heading for Payton's house. I get out, shaking, with Trell right behind me. I struggle to get the key into the door. I unlock the door walking in. I see blood droplets on the floor up to her room. I try to go inside, and see that the door is locked. "Get back." Trell rams his shoulder in the door, knocking it down. As soon as he did, I immediately regretting it. We were too late.
Payton was dead.

Heather POV
Jordan was still shaken up from what she saw, late yesterday afternoon. She refused to eat, refused to speak. One of her bestfriends had killed herself, and she had just so happened to be going to Payton's house. She was sitting on my bed now, sobbing. "I-I SAW HER! I SAW MY BESTFRIEND DEAD!" She shouts, in sadness and frustration. I turn on the news, hoping to see something happy. Instead, Gionni Cartel betrayed me. "In other news, a school bus flipped on 27th Aven- WE HAVE BREAKING NEWS!" The camera pans to Payton's house, with a little picture of Payton's graduation picture in the corner. "A young lady by the name of Payton Moore, resident of Compton, Los Angeles, committed suicide late last night. Her mother, Abanella Moore, found Payton dead, hanging from her ceiling." Gionni finishes. "Payton was such a kind hearted spirit. She never let anyone bring her down. I don't know what would bring her to do something like this." Her father, Jamel Moore, said. "Abanella and I gave her an amazing childhood, she had an amazing group of friends." "So of course," Gionni's face appears back on screen, "We took to twitter to find out what REALLY happened. We came across this tweet from @TheRealJoTownsend: RT: @HeatherSanders; BITCH FAKE 😂😂😂 @PerfectlyXPayX Could this be what caused a pretty girl to finally crumble?" Gionni finishes. "Now on to the weather, with Jakelle." I sit in awe. "Could it have really been us?" I mumble.
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