Chapter Five: Crossing Paths

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Chapter 5:

Crossing Paths

April 24th, 2014

August:

I ain't talked ta Bria in four days, goin' on five, and it's fuckin' killin' me. I been textin' and callin' her, but no reply. She ain't even been on any of the social sites she got, shit man. Her birthday is in two damn days and I gotta be with her. Pressin' tha home button on my phone, I stared at Bria's face till the screen went black. My thoughts are all over tha damn place. Grabbin' my lighter I re-lit my blunt, finishin' it. Lookin' over at Tee and Shawn, they was faded. "Tee? Shawn? I really need y'all help. Talk ta Bria or somethin'. Tell her ta hear me out.", I said causin' them ta look at me. I told them everythin' that happened earlier this week and they couldn't believe what they was hearin'. They know me, and they know I ain't touch that bitch Kimberley, or call her over my place. They got my back on this one. "We gotchu August. Ima call her, hopefully she pick up, and I'll talk to her.", Tee said. Shawn just nodded his head. "Thanks y'all, forreal. Y'all don't have any idea how much I miss B man. I just want her ta know that it was all a misunderstandin'. Trust me, the shit surprised me too.", I said playin' with the lighter. "You needa move now nigga. That hoe gonna tell the whole damn world where you staying now. And plus this place wack now. It's time for bigger and better.", Shawn said grinnin' at me. "Yah, but I needa get Bria ta look with me, cus I want her with me when I move. And she can pick out all that decoartion shit.", I said smilin', imaginin' what she'd pick out. "Oh shit now! You know I support whatever good you do. And as long as the new crib gotta man cave!", Tee said. "Hell yeah. And a studio.", I replied. Rollin' up another blunt, Tee stood up followed by Shawn. "Aye August, nice talk and smoke session, but there's some shit me and Shawn gotta handle. Don't sit around this bitch all sad and shit, get up. Go do something.", Tee said. "Y'all niggas do everythin' together, shit." "Aye man, it's bromance!", they said in sync, fuckin' gay. Laughin' at them, I put tha rolled blunt on tha table and got up. I followed behind them ta tha door. I dapped em up and Shawn said, "Aye man, we gotchu. Don't stress over this shit. Bria will be back in ya life, you just gotta give her some space." "I know I know, thanks y'all.", I said back as they walked out tha door. "Aight holla!", Tee said givin' me tha deuces. Closin' tha door I locked it, lettin' out a deep breath. I picked up my phone and tha blunt off tha table and went ta my bedroom. I actually called somebody ta come clean up that shit Kimberly had in my room tha next day after that shit happened, cus I wasn't touchin' it. I had em clean tha rest of my place too. Layin' on tha bed, I tried callin' Bria again, but no reply of course. Lettin' out a sigh, I grabbed tha lighter and ashtray I had on my nightstand. I had fuckin' lighters everywhere. When I smoke, I swea that shit just ease my mind. I get into deep thought about shit, sometimes good and bad. But this time it was bad, I mean what if Bria don't want me back this time. I done fucked up so much, she prolly won't believe a nigga. I'on know what ima do. Grabbin' my phone off my chest, I put some of my own music on. When I listen to my own shit, it helps me, like I'm my own therapist or somethin'. After smokin' about half that blunt, I put it out and on my nightstand. Connectin' my phone ta my Beats Pill speaker, I went ta tha bathroom so I could shower. Starin' at myself in tha mirror, you could just tell I'm goin' through some shit. Rubbin' my hands down my face, I then took off my shirt followed by my basketball shorts and got in tha shower.

Man that shower was love. I was in that bitch for about 30 minutes. Puttin' on my shirt last, I grabbed my phone off the speaker and saw a text from my nig Chris. He talm bout he want me ta hang with him and his team tonight, they goin' out. Aye man, I need ta get my mind off of Bria for a bit so hell yeah I'm wit it. After textin' him back, a nigga went to go get somethin' to eat cus I'm always hungry. I decided to get my food ta go and stop by ta see my nieces, I ain't seem em in a while. I couldn't even eat my food in peace, bad idea. "I don't know why you brought food around them if you not gonna share.", Chan said laughin' at me and them. I looked up at her smilin', lickin' one of my fingers. "So August, how are things with Bria?", Chan said as I handed tha three of them a piece of chicken. Chan then motioned for tha girls to go upstairs and they followed. Takin' a deep breath I said, "Ehh right now shits fucked up. She think I cheated on her." I then began ta tell her what happened, I really hate tellin' this fuckin' story. "Shit August, that's really bad. I hope everything works out between y'all. I know at first I was against it, especially your mother, but we can tell you really care for her. Y'all both have a lot of growing to do, maybe it's best if y'all don't date, but don't leave things on a bad note either way. Talk to your mother, or maybe have your mom talk to her." "Yeah that sounds coo, I'm tryna change forreal. But that shit just came out of nowhere, I just want her ta know tha truth either way things end up. I honestly don't see myself with any other girl but her.", I said lookin' ta Chan. She had this awe expression, makin' me feel all mushy and shit. But I was forreal though. Maybe I should ask my mom ta meet up with Bria, maybe that'll let Bria know how serious I am about us. "Ok enough of this, what are doing later?", Chan asked. I'm glad she changed tha subject, cus I was bout too. "Goin' out wit Chris and his team." "Don't get yourself in trouble August.", she said grinnin'. "Chill, I'm not. I got this!", I said laughin'. Lookin' at tha time, it was around 6:30 p.m., time for me to bounce. I had ta get a tape-up and do some otha shit. I yelled for tha girls ta come say bye ta me. After given' hugs and kisses ta them, exchanged a few more words with Chan and then I was headed ta tha barbershop. A youngin' gotta be fresh as fuck tonight.

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