Downtown . (August Alsina)

Sugar Lips?

(( August ))

Woah. Marley just called me and went off, I am in total shock right now. I guess last night when I was drunk I told her some stuff and it stuck to her. Then today, when she saw me with Shay it really made things confusing.

Shay is a broad I met at the club a few weeks ago. We fucked and that was it. She pretty or whatever but she not really my type of girl.

She is 5"6, brown skin, shoulder-length dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. She was only a year older than me, twenty. She had some lame ass tattoos and she didn't have as many as Marley. In my opinion she a basic lil' broad she don't really have anything special. Meeka is not the type of girl I would want to fuck on sight. I was drunk when I did have sex with her. I can't see us being anything more than friends.

We are sitting in my room, chilling and talking, "Who was that on the phone?"

"It was Marley," I sighed and shook my head.

A look of concern came across her face,"What's wrong? Did something bad happen?"

"No, physically she's okay. But right now she is-it's nothing. Shay can I be honest with you?"

She nodded and gave me a weak smile,"You're a really cool girl and you are beautiful, inside and out. But, if I sit here and lead you on I would be hurting both of us. I just can't picture us being together, i'm sorry."

"August, it's okay. I understand I kind of came to this conclusion today at lunch. You kept staring at their table and zoning in and out of our conversations. When you saw her your eyes lit up."

"Who? Marley?"

"Yeah," she said in a 'duh' tone and nudged me.

"No," I lied, "we are just friends and I've only been knowing her for like four days."

"So! Tell me with a straight face that you not feeling her."

I hesitated and exhaled deeply, "I'm not feeling . . .Marley." A smile crept on to my face as I said her name.

Shay squirmed around and giggled,"August! You are feeling her, I knew it!"

We sat and talked about my feelings for Marley and she gave me some "tips". I'm a master at this game I don't need no damn tips. But Shay's tips might help out in the long run because Marley is not one of my best friends at the moment.

Around three-thirty Shay decided that she was going to go home. I walked her to her car and gave her a hug goodbye. I went back into my apartment and go in the bed. I was on Instagram until I drifted off into a deep sleep.

I was disturbed out of my sleep by the annoying sound of my iPhone's ring tone. I blinked to clear my hazy-like vision, Knuck's contact name was across the screen. I answered the phone as I cleared my throat.

"Rise and shine my nigga! What's going on?"

"Nothing man, just laying down in this comfortable ass bed. I'm still trying to process what's going on with Marley?"

I heard him sigh loudly, "Man, I told you be careful with her and her feelings man. She is extra sensitive! What happened now?"

"I was as careful as I could possibly be! Anyway, Sunday night I ended up crashing at her crib. Monday morning this broad I met at the club a few weeks ago asked me if I wanted to get lunch. Of course I said yeah and we met up. It just so happened that Marley and ya' girl, Kamryn was at the same place getting lunch! Me and the girl was holding hands . . . everything was so fucking awkward."

I took a deep breath as I continued,"Last night she called me at like two in the morning, she was faded as hell. I could tell by the way she was talking-- she was stuttering and just all over the place. But, she was telling me how I could do better . . .talking about ole' girl. Then she said I said that I told her I hope we can be more than friends. Which is true just not right now. She also told me that she was going to fuck me up when she sees me so I guess I'm getting fucked up today."