From the West Harlem, New York, Payton has no father but a foul mother. With her always assuming Payton was up to something Payton came up not caring. Her biggest fear was caring for somebody only for them to up and leave. A dark past fucks up every...
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After school i was suppose to go to the studio but I postpone til tomorrow. Me and Payton had to start on our project. We hadn't talk all week and I was kinda regretting it. She sits by me in EVERY class and I'm used to talking, laughing, and smiling with her.
But now, she just come in with her headphones and I just sit back and chill. She doesn't even come to lunch nomore. If she do she ends up leaving earlier. I sit with Rodney and Travis now since we don't kick it how we used to.
"August Payton is here" lai said as she walked in my room.
"iight" I said turning off the game. She walked in my room with her headphones in.
"Hey" She said as she sat on the bed and l sat on the opposite side.
"Wassup" I replied dryly. She looked at me before sighing.
"Well let's start on our project" she said pulling the notebook out.
*8:32 pm*
"Well we're done. I hope to see you tomorrow at school since we present tomorrow" she said and i nodded.
"I'll be there" I told her and she put her bookbag on her shoulder. She walked out my room.
It felt so weird. I didn't get a hug, we didn't talk about nothing but the project, she didn't look at me, she didn't smile none of that. Shit was crazy. One minute we can be so close then next minute we like strangers.
I wasn't tired so I decided to hit the studio up. I didn't have nothing better to do. As much as I wanted Payton to spend the night wimmie i didn't tell her. It was about time we distance ourselves from each other if we knew we wasn't gone get into nothing serious. I don't even wanna be with nobody but it was something about her that made me feel different.
"Yung, you came here to drop some music?" My producer asked as I dapped him up.
"Fashoo" I said and he nodded and started making beats.
I started writing as he made the beat. The way he was making the beat kinda made me think of my brother. So that's what this song was gone be about. I just wrote what came to my mind and once he finished the song I went in the booth and started recording.
*Payton P.O.V.*
As I walked home August was on my mind. It felt so weird. We didn't communicate how we used to. We didn't do nothing but our project. I honestly think this project is going to be a success cause we both worked hard on it. It's still doesn't sit right with me that we didn't chill how we used to.
"Where you been?" I heard my mom ask as I walked in the house. I haven't been talking to nobody like that nomore.
"I was with August working on a project" I told her on a nice calm way.
"You sleeping with that boy?" She asked me as i headed for the stairs.
"Tasha honestly I'm not with the arguing tonight" I told her and she stood up turning the tv off.
