August Alsina imagines

Missing Piece (Pt. 2)

When you both walked out the emergency exit, an alarm started ringing and you both ran. The entire time you were laughing, but August didn't want to get caught. When you both made to his car, you got in and so did he.

"Damn." He muttered out of breath, starting up the car.

"What?" You asked, texting on your phone and he looked at you. He smiled at your outfit and how you dressed, because you didn't really try to impress anyone.

You had on a pair of dark blue jeans with rips in the with a black hoodie on and some nike slides. Your hair was in 2 buns in the front and you left the back part out. But August smiled when he noticed you only had blistex on, he liked the fact that you didn't need make up. Most of the chicks he affiliated himself with's, faces were always caked up with makeup.

To him, your face made your outfit, as dumb as it sounded. Your skin was a caramel color, and your eyes were a dark brown, and to top it off, your eyelashes were so long that they curled. Your lips weren't big, but they weren't small, they were in the middle. They were a shade or two darker from the original pink color, but he didn't care. But what drew people's attention though, was the deep dimple you had, only on one cheek not the other, and how high your cheekbones where when you made certain faces.

"Nothing, say I got a question." He told you and you raised your eyebrow.

"What again?"

"How the blue fuck you run in slides?" He asked, causing you to laugh.

"I did this in these before, but where are we going?"

"To my house, I mean if you'n mind." He looked at you and you nodded. He put the car in drive, and made his way to his house. When you both got there you instantly sat on the couch.

"Whatchu' gon' stay down here? Or come with me?" He asked and you shrugged following him upstairs.

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Part 3?