Heavenly Paradise: August Alsina (Urban) ON HOLD

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Fall of 2016

"You sleep?"

"Heavenly.."

Feeling someone poking at my cheek, I groaned and pulled the cover up on my face.

"You ain't sleep, getcho ass up." I felt a hard shove making me almost fall off the bed. I snapped up out of bed and looking over seeing August laying beside me with my room lamp on.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him,my voice a little raspy.

"Damn girl, who you choked down?"

"Shut the hell up." I said, clearing my throat, hearing him laugh. My voice was always like that when I was in a deep sleep and August's annoying ass just ruined my peaceful sleep.

"What the fuck are you doing here at 12 in the morning August?" I said.

"Oh the language. What the fuck is your problem?"

"You just came in here and woke me up out of peaceful sleep, what you mean-"

He covered my mouth, stopping me from talking and sitting up this time.

"You don't wanna wake everybody else damn, calm down." He said in a low time, removing his hand.

I bit my tongue. "What do you want?" I asked, softly.

"I needed ta' talk with someone."

"Why you didn't ask-"

"Let's not talk about her, okay?" He asked, looking at me.

I shrugged. "Okay." I said, yawning. "What's up Alsina?"

"Bryson wanted me ta' talk ta' ya'."

I raised my brow. "For what?"

"We both know what happened ta'day." He said, looking at me. I looked back at him and bit on my bottom cheek.

"What about today?" I asked him.

"You're goin' ta' apologize?"  He questioned me.

"No, why should I?"

"Heavenly, what you said was mean as hell." He said, seriousness in his voice.

"Do I care? No I don't. She's a big girl, Justice can take what I said." I told him, shrugging and crossing my arms.

"She has feelings too." He said and I shrugged once again. I don't give a shit about that girl, he should know this by now. We had a fallout for a reason and for her to go and snatch August was more fuel added. I felt his arm move to the other side of me, over my hips, as he moved closer to me, face to face, looking in my eyes. I looked back at him.

"Are you jealous?" He asked softly.

"...what?"

"Are you...jealous?" He repeated.

I shook my head. "Why would I be?"

"So you sayin' ya' don't miss me bein' around ya' all the time or anything?"