Where I Wanna Be

Mr. Wrong

"Cry if you need to, but I can't stay to watch you. It's the wrong thing to do. Touch if you need to, but I can't  stay to hold you. That's the wrong thing to do. Talk if you need to, but I can't stay to hear you/ 'Cause you'll say you love me, and I'll end up lying and say I love you too. But I need someone different." Drake-Doing It Wrong

  Being faithful has never been so hard. August has been at the club for the past week since we met with another girl, and all the while, he was staring at me, telling me I could be his. Those eyes keep reminding me of that night on the dance floor, how I felt when I was with him. I never feel like that with Nando.

    I know that Nando's all a girl could want. He's sexy, has money, and loves me, but I want something more, something hot. Like August, but I really hate that I want him. I hate the way my body responds to him, and I hate him being with other girls. I just want to pull them off of him, but he's not mine to claim, not my territory to mark. So I go home everyday to Nando, look in his face, kiss him, say I love him, and all I can think about is August. 

     I can't keep fighting this. It's exhausting, and at the end of the day, I'm the one being unhappy while August takes home some groupie. I plan on telling him how I feel, but first I have to break up with Nando. But not now. Now, I'm going to work, and Nando's taking me.

"You iight, bae? You're quiet." Nando asks.

"Fine. I'm okay." I say, looking out of the window,

"I got a surprise for you when you get off," Nando say with a smile.

    I don't want nothing from him; it'll only make me feel guiltier.

"You know you don't have to get me nothing. Keep your gift." I say.

"Quit, you my girl. I'll buy you something when I want to," he says looking offended as his grip tightens around the sterring whell. 

    I can't help but laugh. He's hilarious! Why he mad though? He starts looking hurt, which only makes me laugh harder. I'm not a mean person. I'm not. It's just funny how this grown made is about to cry because his girlfriend turned down his gift.

"It's not funy for you to be laughing like that," Naado say five minutes later, and I'm still laughing.

"It is. Your face," I say laughing and pointing at him, "why you mad though?"

"Nothing. You know I'm too good for you," Nando says.

  Oh, I know. That's the thing he's too good. Good is boring, and I just can't do this.I don't respond to him because I don't feel like havig that conversation right now. He pulls up in front of the club. 

"I'll pick you up at 11," he says, leaning over to give me a soft, slow kiss. before I pulled away, I opened my eyes to see August looking in as he was about to go into the club.

  It doesn't matter what he saw because is nothing. Before the day is done, me and Nando will be over. I just gotta let August know that. Besides, he's been kissing girls all week, taking them home like it's nothing. So it's whatever.

   I go into the club and quickly glance around for Aug, but I don't see him. So I just start my work. Before I know it, my shift is over, and I still haven't seen Aug even though I know I saw him come in here. Then, I see him on in the VIP section sitting on the couch. I make my way all the way to the entrance when I see who's sitting next to him. He's sitting next t o a black girl with long black hair whom I don't recognize at first because August's face is all in her neck. She turns around and I see her face. I nearly died. It is my step-sister Tea,