Chris Brown & August Alsina Imagines

suspicious ( August Alsina )

August has been trying to get in contact with you via text message and phone calls and you’ve failed to answer his texts or return his missed calls he’s mad as hell. So when you finally do find time to call him back, casually greets him and starts conversing about the way today’s going, he’s swerving off topic and raising his tone a little louder than he should. August is convinced you were up to something shady behind his back and dares to call you out on it.

He doesn’t want to hear that lame excuse your phone was on silent and it has been in your purse the whole time although it’s the truth. He interrogates you ‘til a screaming match ensues and you’re sobbing into the receiver and he isn’t the least bit remorseful for the accusations whatsoever. August honestly believes you’re lying and he’s so thickheaded, he thinks his truth is the only truth. But you’re not gonna stand around and listen to anymore of his foolishness, so you press down on the red phone button to disconnect the call and toss the phone.

It’s the next day, hours after the loud dispute over the phone and judging by his demeanor he isn’t over the way things went down any more than I am. The whole car ride is quiet and awkward aside of the music streaming out of the radio’s speaker. We haven’t spoke two words to each other and looks in opposite directions of each other. I inhale a sharp breath of air when I notice we’re driving up to campus. “Are you gonna be back here to pick me up?” I spat harshly, letting it be known I’m upset at Aug and I think he knows too but he tries to ignore it. “At what time?”

He questions and turns down the radio. I smack my lips and clench my bag tighter in my hand. “Duh my regular time, quit playing stupid!” And August rotates his head to face me, nose squints up and he barks at me. “Ain’t nobody playin’ stupid I’m askin’ a simple ass question. Watch ya’ damn attitude!” Uh who does he think he’s gettin’ loud with? “You watch your damn attitude and as a matter of fact don’t even bother to come back here I’ll get someone else to pick me up.” As I grasp the handle on the passenger car door and shoves it open, I swing my feet out the car when I hear the last bit of a sharp remark being made. “What did you just say?” “You heard me.” He states, emphasizing each word. “Go ahead and call up that nigga you’ve been fuckin’ around wit’ ‘cause I don’t give a fuck no mo’ he can have you!”

And right then I snap, I’m so tired of his insecurities and accusations. He doesn’t even have proof of any infidelity on my side of the relationship and he keeps accusing me of being involved with someone else. “No, look at me and tell me where’s all this coming from? Like I really wanna know why you don’t trust me all of a sudden.” I wonder, breaths calming down and staring straight at him. August doesn’t make eye contact with me, he clasps a hand tightly on the steering wheel and stares straight ahead at the road.

“Go Y/N, get out my car and go clock in ‘fore you be late.” He commands sternly and I almost don’t want to comply till I realize I have less than two minutes to go inside, get settled, walk to my class and actually be on time for lesson. But that doesn’t mean I am done with this topic just yet.