Loveless || August Alsina

Chapter 1 -

My hero

I walked fearlessly through this jungle of thugs, and I felt an unwanted presence behind me.
"Wassup Maya, you looking good today shawty".

The manly, piercing voice was unmistakable for any other.
I tilted my head , slightly peering behind me, meeting the source of the voice. I decided his mediocre attempt to woo me was unworthy of a verbal response. In place of it, I simply scoffed at his pathetic attempt to gain my attention.

He clearly couldn't take the hint, as his tattooed arm came slicing through the polluted air of the corridor , and his dirty fingers wrapped tightly around the light, velvet skin of my forearm.

"Now now mama, why you gotta do me like that? Ain't no need to be rude"
I turned around sharply, attempting to remove my arm from between his musky fingers, but was made redundant by him tightening them more.

"Get your filthy hands off of me, Chris!" I yelled in a whisper tone, not quite in the mood to draw unwanted attention to this pitiful situation.

"Mama, you know yeen gotta be like that, he can't hear you shawty, what's say we go somewhere a little more private?"
He asked with a smirk. Is he trying to seduce me? The idea was almost laughable.

"Firstly, I am not your mama or shorty Chris so do not refer to me as such, secondly, why wont you leave me be? don't you understand Id rather die than associate myself with a wanna be thug like you!Now holler your narcissistic, sexist comments at another bitch, because I'm not the one"
I stated indignantly, freeing my arm from his python grip- no longer caring to keep this a private matter.

"Yeen wanna go there with me lil mamma, you don't wanna see what I'll do" he said matter-of-factly with a devilish smirk, backing me up against the locker with his face awfully close to mine.

"Ya little protector ain't here mama, where's the harm"

"You'll see when I blow ya fucking head off" a voice boomed through the hallways, causing complete silence in its wake. The voice made every soul in the vicinity turn their heads towards us, the voice I've come to recognise, know and love.

"Ma-man I where you been g" Chris asked in a shaky, trembling voice. The hard, thuggish exterior has withered away within seconds, leaving behind the fearful remains.Fucking pussy. However, I can't say I blame him ... id be shitting myself too.

"Fuck outta here with that shit brutha, you better get your fucking hands off my girl before you catch mine" he stated calmly. I knew him all too well, this isn't going to end well for Chris. I usually hated such mediocre pet names such as "girl" or "mamma" or "baby" , but it suited him all too well, and my heart races when I hear it. The idiot finally released me and held his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry man I ain't know she was yours g I swear " he lied in a similarly shaky tone to his last, maybe even to a higher degree. I put my hand in his and squeezed it as if it say "dont" not again, please not again.  Clearly, he got my message and changed his plans, I know him better than I know myself, and I can read him like an open book. He was seconds away from lunging at the halfwit and catching a case. Not again, please not again. He took a breath as the smoke stopped escaping his nostrils and stated,

"Let me see you round her again and I'll slit your fucking throat. Put your hands or voice near my shawty again and it's gon be the last thing you do. That's a fucking promise, understand?" "Y-yeah man I swear I won't" was all that was heard before the sound of old nikes screeching along the floor, signalling his depart.

"Thank you for not doing it again Aug, thank you for not beating his ass"
"Man that shit be too easy baby, at least gimme a challenge" he laughed, causing me to smile up at him. He put his large, tattooed arm around my shoulders and swiftly kissed my forehead before we walked to class.