We Started As Friends (August Alsina)

Chapter 2

*Jaleah's POV*

I rush into the building, trying my hardest to be there on time. My alarm didn't go off this morning, so I over slept by nearly an hour, then my brother's car wasn't starting, it took fifteen minutes to start up, then when we were half way to school he realized he left his notebook for Math and English, so we had to go back to get them.

I practically ran to the office, not wanting to miss anymore class time. I was already forty-five minutes late. I got my slip and then went to my locker.

By the time I was done, it was time for second period. Everyone was in the halls and going to their lockers.

"And hea' I was thinkin' you done ditched fa' once." August smiled, leaning against his locker, which was right beside mine.

"Nope, I was just running extremely late." I answered, getting my books. "Who ditches on the second day of their sophomore year?"

"For a minute thea' I thought it was you." He chuckled.

"I don't ditch school, Aug." I told him.

"Well, what if ya' woke up dis' mornin' and decided you bad? I wouldn't know, yeen text me, Mouse." 'Mouse' is the nickname he gave me, amongst a million others, but he calls me that because I squeal when I get too excited or scared and he says I sound like a mouse. There are many more, some of them are weird and unusual, but I like them.

"Sorry, big head, I woke up late." I closed my locker turning to face him.

"Come on, short cake, we gotta get to class." He slung his arm around my shoulder, he puts his hand by his side.

"Not my fault you got these long, lanky, legs that never stop growing." I tease.

"My legs not lanky, you just short." He looked down at me, smirking.

"You've seen my mom, it's not my fault." I pouted.

"I know, cry baby, I'a buy you some stilts." He replied, serious, then busted out laughing.

"Ha ha ha, you're hilarious." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Okay, okay, I quit." He stopped laughing.

We made our way to class, only being stopped twice. Once was being invited to a party, and the second time was by my ex, Kyle. I broke my parents rules dating him, and it was literally the worst mistake of my life.

"What do you want, Kyle?" I asked, obviously not in the mood to put up with it today.

"Whoa, is it that time of the month? Bebey girl, I will take care of ya." He tried so hard to sound like August when he said 'baby'. I busted out laughing.

"Aug, please tell him how you sound. Did you hear him?" I laughed.

"We say 'baybeh.' Stick to ya' own accent, bruh." August chuckled. "Ya' know, asking a girl if she's on ha' period will get you punched real quick, right?"

"Jaleah, when you gon' stop frontin'? I know you feelin' me, give me anotha chance." Kyle said, ignoring August. See, accents are cool, people pronounce words differently, and that's not annoying. Kyle, on the other hand, is just not pronouncing his words right, and it is annoying. He's trying to sound cool, and he's not.

"I'm not fronting with you, and I'm sure as hell not feeling you, so no, I don't think I'll give you another chance." I told him, going to walk off. He grabbed my wrist and jerking me back, making me land on my butt.

August shoved him into a locker before Kyle could say anything. "Man, what the hell is wrong with you? Puttin' yo hands on a female." He growled, keeping him pinned to the locker.