We Started As Friends (August Alsina)

Chapter 8

So, you know that new app that Wattpad made? Its called Tap. I downloaded it and made an account. It's the same as my wattpad, Hailey_Michele.

I may or may not make an August story on there. Do any of you have an account yet? If so, follow me and I'll follow you back.

Would you guys read an August Alsina chat story or no? Please give me your honest opinions.

I stare at my ceiling, not moving or saying anything. Its been a week since my dad explained he wanted nothing to do with me and four days since my argument with August. I haven't been to school yet. He's been calling my phone, but I don't have the energy to answer. I feel drained, emotionally.

I know I said I'd be happy when my mom got full custody because I don't like Elizabeth, but I thought I'd still see my dad, that he'd put up a fight. I thought he loved me. But I guess I was wrong.

"Honey, August is on the phone." My mom says, poking her head in through the door. I close my eyes pretending to be asleep.

"She's sleeping, August...You can try, but she hasn't left her room since the night she came home...I know...I appreciate it, August." I hear her say a few more things before she says goodbye.

Once she leaves, I open my eyes again, trying to figure out what I've done wrong.

I pick at the lunch my mom brought me, a ham sandwich with Doritos. I only eat a few Doritos, then I'm finished with it.

"Leah." I hear, and open my eyes again. My mom is standing at the foot of the bed with August.

I close my eyes back, pulling the covers over my head. "Leah, we just saw you awake." My mom says.

Still, I say nothing. "Can I talk to ha' alone fa' a minute?" I hear August asks.

"Okay." I hear my mom agree. I hear light footsteps, then the door closing. Then there is a set of heavy footsteps, then my bed sinks in beside me.

"Look at me, Leah." August says. I don't move and he pulls the covers off of me.

I look down until he grabs my chin, making me look up. Still, I avoid his gaze. "Baybeh, I'm not leavin'." He says. "I know we been arguing a lot, but that's cause our one year anniversary comin' up and our relationship bein' tested."

I look at him. "I only said I was going to Houston cause I was mad. But more so at myself than anybody else. I had been thinking about it, but I can't leave you here."

"Even though we get on each other nerves, I still love ya'. I ain't gon' leave just like that." He looks in my eyes.

"Ya' mama told me wassup witcha pops, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry fa' that and for the stuff I said to ya', I shouldn't have said that. I should have been thea' fa' you like you was tryna be thea' fa' me. I'm sorry."

"You still love me?" He asks.

I sigh. "I still love you, stupid." My voice was a bit hoarse from not talking for a while.

He smiles. "Good, cause I love you."

"I'm sorry if you feel like I was pressuring you." I frown, looking up at him, since he was sitting and I was still laying down.

"Its okay, I shouldn't have acted like I did. You was only tryna help and be thea' fa' me."

"What's today?" I ask.

"August nineteenth." He smiles.

"Happy anniversary." I smile back.

"Happy anniversary."