Don't Forget About Me (An August Alsina Love Story) (Completed/ Editing)

Chapter 3 : Date Gone Wrong

Rahjay in MM

I slipped into some black leggings, a leather crop top, and some black Louboutin red bottom heels. I decided to go with my gold chain and gold Michael Kors watch as my accessories. Then I placed my Ray-Bans on my eyes and I left my hair out in its natural curly state. Nothing too special for this damn date.

After grabbing my Michael Kors bag, I shot Eve a text, letting her know I was ready. And she informed me that her and Lowkey were coming to get me shortly. They showed up in Lowkey's Benz and I hopped in the back.

"Sup, Eve? Sup, Low?" I greeted them.

"Hey, girl," Eve said.

"Wassup, Kay Kay?" Lowkey nodded at me. "Aye thanks for coming. My mans needed a date for tonight."

"No problem," I nodded, glancing out the window. "But this dude better be good."

He nodded, assuringly. "No doubt, no doubt, you gonna like him, iight?"

"Mhmmm," I hummed. They took me to a lil club we always went to called Ficcaso's and went straight to the back, where the table booths were. I took a seat at the other side of them, looking around.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Girl we just got here, give him some time," Evette said, bopping her head to the music. I sighed, placing my chin in my palm.

"Oh there's my homies, babe, imma be right back," Lowkey said, getting up. Evette looked at me as I started fidgeting with some napkins.

"Kay, whats your problem?" She asked, turning up her perfect arched eyebrows.

"Nothing, why you ask?" I shrugged, putting the napkins in a neat stack in the corner of the table. I always organized things when I got nervous.

"You stackin napkins like you work here or something...Are you nervous?"

"No," I said, quickly. She gave me the 'Bitch please' look and I exhaled. "Alright, maybe a little."

"Kay, relax. I'm sure Rahjay is cool."

"You're sure?" I repeating, raising my eyebrow.

"Huh?" She said, looking guilty.

"Vette, don't play with me. You said you met this dude before."

"Well...not exactly," She confessed.

"Vette, what the hell?" I said, raising my hands up. "You brought me on this date and you've never even met him before?"

"Look, Kay, calm down. Low said he's good."

"Did you even see him before?"

"Uhhh, not exactly."

I sighed. "So he could be some ugly, monkey looking ass dude is what you're telling me?"

She started laughing, like I was playing around with her. "Kay, girl, relax. None of Lowkey's friends is ugly. Trust me."

I rolled my eyes, bracing back against chair and folding my arms. "I swear I'm out if he is ugly. I am not playing, E."

Just then Lowkey walked up with a light skin dude in camo jeans, a black tank top with a pair of lips on it, and a black and red Snapback to the back.

"Y'all this my nigga, Rahjay," Lowkey said, pointing to Rahjay. Rahjay did a little wave to us and gave a cute smile, flashing his white teeth. I smiled back and played with my curls, eyeing him good. He was sexy.

"Rah, this is Kalissa," Lowkey introduced, taking a seat near Evette. Rahjay sat next to me and took my hand, pecking it slowly.

"Wassup, beautiful?" He grinned, making me blush. "Sorry, I was late. I got caught in traffic."

I shrugged, still smiling. "Its cool."

He was staring at me in my eyes and I was looking back into his for a little bit until Evette cleared her throat, making us break away from each other's eyes and look toward her.

"So, Rahjay, what brings you to Atlanta?" Evette asked, smirkng at me.

"I'm just doing business out here. But I'm leaving for Cali tomorrow and I wanted to have a lil fun." He explained, looking over at me again after he said 'have a lil fun'.

"Oh thats cool," Evette nodded. "Low, lets go dance. This my shit."

She pulled Lowkey up, giving me a wink on the way to the dance floor. I cleared my throat, playing with napkins again.

"Damn, when Low told me I was gonna be on a date with Evette's girl, I ain't never expected it to be someone as pretty as you," He said, moving a little closer to me. I laughed.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Low hooked me up with some girls in the past and well lets just say NONE of them look like you," He shook his head.

I giggled. "Well, I admit, I was little nervous that you wouldn't be cute too."

He smiled, licking his lips. "Well, what you think?"

I shrugged, smirking. "You IIGHT."

He laughed. "Aw, damn, just iight?"

"Being cute goes along with personality for me too. You passed the looks, I gotta get to know you better first, though."

He nodded. "I see."

We must've talk for hours in that club. He was so sweet and charming, I forgot where we were. I honestly could say I even forgot I was on a date with him. I felt like we were old friends. And that smile of his, gave me butterflies, making me feel like I was in high school again.

By the time, we finally looked around the club, it was getting emptier and Evette and Lowkey were no where to be found.

"Oh my god, they were my ride home," I told Rahjay. He got up and took my hand.

"Don't trip, baby girl, I'll take you home."

"Okay," I said, taking his hand and he led me out the club toward his car, which I admit was nice as hell. Once we pulled up to my apartment, I looked over at him.

"I had so much fun with you, Rah, I'm sad you're leaving tomorrow," I pouted. He smiled, leaning over and kissing my lips. Once he pulled away, I was blushing hard.

"Well...the night doesn't have to end here, you know..." He raised his eyebrow and running a hand over my thigh, waiting for me to respond. Catching on to what he was offering, I shook my head no.

"Um, I don't think so. I just met you," I said.

"Come on, baby, don't act like you don't know what it is."

I paused at his comment. "What exactly do I know?" I asked, folding my arms and cutiing him the eye.

"Well, you a stripper, ain't you?" He said, bluntly.

Shocked by his words, I unbuckled my seatbelt. "Fuck you, Rah. You think I'm a hoe just because I strip?"

"I mean why wouldn't I think that? You thought I was listening to you talk for an hour for nothing?" He shrugged, chuckling. I sucked my teeth, getting out his car and slamming the door.

"You're such a fucking asshole," I slightly yelled, storming into my building. I never really was the type to let a nigga's words phase me, but what Rahjay said really bothered me. I changed into my pajamas and let out the tears, I tried keep in.

Is that how my dates would go from now on because of my job? Was I really seen as a fucking prostitute now? I sighed, crawling my sheets and crying myself to sleep. Why can't I just be happy?