Thug Love ( August Alsina Story)

Chapter 1: Beginning

LaLa POV

This morning, I woke up to a massive headache. Note to self: Never drink and smoke weed at the same time.

😊 I got out of bed and took off my clothes so I could take a shower. Stacy was gone for the month. She's in Spain for a class project. So today I'm going out to run a few errands.

I took my shower, did my hygiene and makeup. One thing I can I admit is that I'm a fashion-addict. My closet is mainly full of Gucci, Versace, and Prada. Today, I'm gonna where my Tupac Thug Life crop top, acid wash high waisted shorts and my Sport Blues. I did my hair in a high ponytail and left.

When I turned on my black Range Rover, " Stoner " by Young Thug blast threw the car speakers. I immediately started doing the Nae Nae and laughed to myself. As I was driving down Baker Ave, my phone started ringing. I looked and it was Jayson. I sighed and hooked my phone to the car speakers. " Hello?" I said with an attitude. "Hey, how's my baby doing?" he said with a slur. " Jayson, I'm not your baby and
I'm doing just fine without you." I spat into the phone." Is that the proper way to talk to your boyfriend??" " Your not my boyfriend and why are you calling me?" I sighed in to the phone and stopped at the red light." I just wanted to check in and see what's happening. No need to get fussy!" By the tone in his voice, I could tell he was hella drunk. " Jayson, I really don't have time to be fooling around with your drunk trifling ass. Stop calling my phone, stop coming to my house, and left me the fuck alone!!" I hung up the call and sighed while rubbing my face.

For those who don't know, Jayson Cry is my ex-boyfriend. He was a really nice guy at first, but for some reason he changed. He started doing drugs, drinking every night, and cheating. I stayed with him only because he knew people that needed weed. After 5 years, Stacy finally convinced me to leave Jayson. After we moved to Madison Dr, he never wanted to leave me alone. He constantly blows up my phone and sends a least 85 text messages a day. He pops up randomly at my house with flowers or cards or stuffed animals, constantly trying to apologize and get back together. He just can't get the hint that I don't want him anymore and he missed out on a good woman. *Ring Ring*. OH MY FUCKING GOSHH!! " What the fuck you want, nigga?" I yelled.

" Damn LaLa. I only called to see if you was coming over for the cookout." Chris said. " Oh I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a little stress right now. But yea, I'm on my way right now." " Okay, cool. See ya in 5" Chris said. " ight". I hung up the phone. Christopher Davis is my best friend. We met in 3rd grade and been friends since. We both run the Trap House and sell it together. Today , he was having a 24th birthday party for himself at his house. I quickly stopped by Forever 21 and bought a black and gold bikini because he has a huge pool I'm his backyard. When I pulled up to his house, mad people were there. Mostly all of our friends. Time to turn the fuck up. I grabbed my purse and walked inside.