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

Chapter 4 : Familiar

After last night, I honestly wasn't in the mood for work. That whole situation had me in my feelings. But money had to be made and that was more important than feeling sorry for myself.

I walked into the club and saw a few girls going crazy, yelling and shit, surrounding some guys. I ignored them and kept it moving. They were always going crazy over some rich nigga, hoping they would wife them up and save them from the strip club. But shit, not every famous nigga is Tyga.

I went to the dressing room and saw Evette talking to a few girls. When she saw me, she immediately ran to my table.

"Kay, what happened last night?!" She asked with a little too much excitement.

"E, it was horrible," I said, rolling my eyes. "I can't believe Lowkey hooked me up with that jerk."

"Oh my god..." Evette frowned. "What happened?"

"Well after you guys ditched me, he took me home and basically he assumed that I was going to have sex with him because I was a stripper."

"Oh, Kay...I'm sorry," She pouted, looking like she felt bad. I shook my head. "I didn't know..."

"It's not your fault," I said, changing into my costume.

"You want me to get Lowkey to beat his ass?" She asked, raising an eyebrow angrily. I smirked, shaking my head no.

"I just wanna leave it alone. It was nothing," I shrugged, even though I was crying about it last night. "He's an asshole."

She nodded in agreement. "But anyway, Reggie is looking for you."

I sighed, walking back out the dressing to room to Reggie's DJ booth. "Hey, Reg."

"Wassup, superstar?" He smiled, mixing a few songs together for a stripper named Oreo.

"Nothing, getting ready to get on stage," I shrugged. "But whats up? Eve said you needed me?"

He nodded, smiling. "The dude you been dancing to on the playlist I made you is here right now."

I raised an eyebrow. "Here? Now?"

"Yeah, I told em about you and he wanted to see you for himself."

"Oh my god, Reggie," I said, looking around. "Now imma be nervous as hell and mess up my routine."

"You got this, Kay. Just don't think about, iight?"

I sighed. "Well, okay."

"You good now?"

"Yeah, I'm cool."

"Good cuz you going on next. I told Ace to put you on a little earlier tonight."

"What?" I squealed in a panic.

"Kay, chill," He said, in a calm tone. I groaned, tossing my hands up.

"Reggie, what the hell? You need to tell me shit before you do stuff like that."

"Look, I owe you, okay? Come on, Kay. He been waiting for you to come since 6. Show him some love, Kay."

I glanced at my watch and saw that it was now nearing 9:30.

"Okay, okay, but I swear you better not pull this shit again, Reg," I warned.

"Never again," He promised, raising his hands up. Then he grabbed the mic and announced me. I walked up to the stage and grabbed the pole.

"Man I luv this shit..." The music started playing and I twerked toward the crowd of men, still holding onto the pole. I was nervous as hell but I didn't let my face show it. I kept my smile on the whole time, grinding and riding on the stage.

When the bass was close to dropping, I swung around the pole, preparing for my highlight move where I'd turn upside down and slid down slowly.

But as I spun around, smiling at the men throwing bills at me, I caught sight of one dude in the back, exhaling a blunt with dark shades on, staring at me.

He looked very familiar but I couldn't see him good because he was wearing a black Snapback and the shades. I can"t lie though, he was sexy.

I continued my routine keeping my eye on ole boy. Then one of his friends tapped him and he turned his head to the side to talk to him. Thats when I saw a "Self" tattoo by his ear and lost my balance on the pole.

I fell on my ass on the stage. Embarrassed I quickly got up and played off the fall with a little extra grinding. I got a few cheers and I wrapped up my performance. I got my money and ran away to the dressing room, taking a seat at my dressing table.

"Whats wrong, Kay?" Evette asked, fixing herself in the mirror. "You saw a ghost?"

I half smiled. "No, I'm good."

I didn't see a ghost. But I saw the first guy I ever loved, the guy I thought was dead this whole time, and the guy that left me. August.