This story is about when August and samiia met. They start off as "best friends" then they start growing feelings. Find out what happens in the book. Enjoy.
So I'm finally a senior and me and August are officially a couple. Chyna is still trying to take August away from me but if she even touch him I'm beating her ass. That bitch grace and my dad are married now. So my life has been hell ever since grace moved in she think she can run the house when my dad is not home but bitch it's my house and I can surely beat your ass. But August been real distant lately and every time he gets a text he be smiling real hard and he always smiles real hard when I text him. Something was going on and I need to find out. Hopefully he isn't cheating on me. But anyways, when I was finished getting dressed grace called me. What does this bitch want. I went downstairs to see grace making my plate. "I made breakfast". Grace said. I looked at my breakfast and it was burned like she burned the pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon like how can you mess up bacon.
"Umm no thanks it's burned how the hell am I supposed to eat that"? I asked throwing away the food. "Well, my bad hoe how about you make your own breakfast then". She said. "Bitch I was going to anyways at least I can cook and plus I don't want to eat your nasty ass food". I said getting out the egg carton, bacon, and pancake batter. "Whatever". Grace said walking out. I made my breakfast that isn't burned and ate. Once I was done, I got my things and headed to school. Yes my dad finally brought me a car. When I got there, I saw the crew. The crew was Chris, trell, heather, jatiya, honey, Tyga, Tanayia, Jeremiah, and August. I got out and headed over there.
"Hey". I said. Everyone said hey back. "Hey Teddy bear". August said kissing my cheek. "Awe they so cute together". Heather cooed. "I know". I said. "Barely". Tanayia mumbled. "What was that Tanayia". I asked. "Nothing". She said with an attitude walking away. We went to class and it was boring as usual.
August POV:
Thank god school is over cause I was about to die. I was at my house chilling until I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and it was Tanayia. Tanayia just pushed me to the wall and closed and locked the door. She started kissing on my neck. I pushed her off me. "What the hell is wrong with you, you know I got a girlfriend ". I said. She pushed to the couch and that when stuff got real.
......an hour later.........
I woke up butt ass naked next to Tanayia. I looked at the time and it was nine o clock. I looked at my phone and gotten thirteen missed calls from Samiia. "Yo Tanayia get the fuck out". I yelled. She got up and left. I called Samiia and she answered at the third ring. "Why the hell didn't you answer the phone, I called you fuckin thirteen times". She yelled. "I'm sorry bae ". I said. "What was you doing that you couldn't answer the fuckin phone". She asked. "Wait hold up I'm getting a text from Tanayia". She said. Oh shit. I thought to myself. "SO YOU FUCKED TANAYIA". She yelled. "Bae let me( she cut me off) "no save that shit, me and you need a break from each other I'm tired of getting hurt". After she said that she hung up. Man I messed up big time.
Samiia POV:
After I hung up, I started crying. Why does he always do this to me? Why am I always be the one that gets hurt and heart broken? You know what I shouldn't fell sorry for myself, I'm going to teach August a lesson. Tonight heather and honey invited me to a club and yes I'm going. Since August wants to cheat on me I'm going to cheat on him to get him back. August told me not to wear this see through black tight ass dress but I don't give a fuck. After putting that on, I flat ironed my hair curly and put on some make up. After I was done I headed out and straight to the club.
What do you think is going to happen next?
Do you think Samiia and August will get back together😱?
Find out what happens in the next chapter. Samiia's outfit.
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