When I originally wrote this story, (I write all down on paper before I put in on Wattpad.) I didn't want to put this in because I didn't think it was important. But I thought about it and didn't want to leave y'all wondering. That's Ny'Asia in the pic, (Her real name is Ana, she plays Ny'Asia in the story) she's gonna play a big part in the story later on, so pay attention to this chapter. Her Instagram is sincerely.ana. I'm glad I put it in. Enjoy😘
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Tyga's POV
While Maliah was at Chris' house, I was gonna take care of this August nigga. He lived in the dirty apartments near the school, and it was dangerous just going up there to get "revenge." Most of the niggas up there were in gangs, so I had to be hella careful up there.
August's POV
I was playing the game when my phone rung.
"Who the hell is this?" I picked it up, hella pissed because I got killed.
"Damn, calm yo shit. It's me." Kyrie yelled back.
"Aye, my bad. You got me killed." I picked the controller back up.
"Yeah, I know." he laughed.
"But what the hell you want?" I turned off the game.
"It's a nigga in a range rover driving up there. He went to school with us." he sounded tired and a little drunk.
"Oh I think that's the Tyga nigga Maliah fucking with now." I went to the window. I got a little worried because she might've told.
"Well you need help?" he said. I heard his loud ass baby mama in the background.
"Nah, this should be good." I sighed as I watched him park.
"Aight. Let me know some shit." he laughed.
"Aight." I hung up and ran to my bed room down the hall.
There was a pause for about 30 seconds. He beat on the door making me jump. There was another short pause.
"Nigga I already know you in there so you might as well come on out." he beat on the door again.
I sighed and dragged myself to the living room, hiding my gun carefully at my waist.
"Hey. What you want?" I looked him up and down. He looked like he was ready to fight.
"You know what I want." he pulled out a gun and aimed it at my head.
"Chill." I put my hands up.
"Alright. Go in." he put it back and nudged me towards the kitchen.
"So. Care to tell me what happened?" he sat on the table and I sat in the chair across from him.
"What you talking about." I said lowly.
"Don't make this hard nigga. You know EXACTLY what the fuck I'm talking about." he pulled out two guns and gently laid them in front of me.
"No, not really." I said sarcastically, playing dumb.
"You gotta make shit hard." he punched me, making me fly back in the chair and hit the ground.
"Ah, shit." I wiped blood from my mouth.
"Dirty punk ass bitch." he stood over me with a gun in each hand.
"I ain't saying shit. Yo lil ass can't make me either." I got up and pulled the gun from my waist.
"Oh, I'm supposed to be scared, huh?" he laughed.
