No Love

Chapter 3

August POV

"Bro, you pulling up to that party ova there on Commercial tonight?" My boy Chris asked me as I was going to clock out.

"Fasho', you gone slide through?" I said as I clocked out and moved away from the computer so he could.

"You already know!" he spoke keeping his eyes on the screen. "Tryna cut tonight playa', playa'," he sang as he hit the muscle up.

I shook my head as I lead the way to the outside of the office. "You gone have aids all over ya dick; keep fucking every shit you walk up on."

"Aye, shut the fuck up. Didn't you fuck like five bitches in three days? Long chin bitch." Chris retorted, becoming defensive.

I laughed at him as he pushed past me to exit the building. He made his way to his car without a word but he held his middle finger up at me.

He opened the car door and settled in, only to get back out before he completely closed the door.

"Bro, scoop me on your way over there. I'm getting pissy tonight."

I chuckled lightly, shaking my head at how his attitude toward me had switched so fast.

"Eleven o'clock." I called back as I unlocked the driver's door to my car -- or my mama's but she made no use of it.

"Bitch ass nigga!" Christopher called with a laughed before quickly getting in his vehicle. 

I started the car up, waiting for him to leave first. I've always been lowkey scared to drive in front of him. He's reckless as hell.

I watched as he pulled off as if he was in a hurry and honked at me as he quickly drove by.

Pulling out behind him I headed to a McDonald's close by. I could've ate at work but pizza made me sick just seeing it.

I hate my job but it was the one thing making ends meet besides my brothers' help when I was in desperate need for their help.

I worked about 30 minutes away from my crib therefore it took me a long 45 minutes with traffic after leaving McDonald's. It aggravated me that so many people were out at fucking eleven o'clock every night. 

Once I made it home I rested in the living room for a bit before hopping in the shower. I washed for fifteen minutes, not wanting to show up to the party any later than I already was.

Wrapping the towel around my waist,  I made my way to my closet for an outfit.

The function wouldn't be anything too exclusive just something for me to do unlike every other Saturday night.

I was only going because the homies would be there and I was tired of being in the crib alone.

I grabbed a pair of black joggers, pairing it with a black t-shirt, something light.

Once I was dressed I sprayed myself in cologne and ruffed up the short hair that stood atop my head as I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror.

When I was cool with my look I grabbed my keys from the dresser and left my room after grabbing my phone from the dresser.

As I made my way through the house my phone alerted me with a message.  I glanced at the lock screen seeing Chris' name.

"Oh shit." I mumbled quietly to myself as I quickly turned around, making my way back to my room.

I went over to the nightstand to the right of my bed and grabbed a few pre-rolleds.

I brought one to my lips and dropped the others in my pocket. There were lighters in the car so I didn't waste time looking for one around the house.