"So you gone let a nigga freeze out here?" He said.
"I-I'm sorry. C-Come in." I say.
I step aside and he comes in. I shut and lock the door behind him. He looks around. I still can't believe he's here. Right infront of me. This is actually happening. August sits down on the couch. I stay standing up.
"Nice crib." He says.
"It's Chris's place."
"I know. Yo house would prolly have all types of that japanese shit all over the place."
I nod and look down. August stands up and makes his way to the kitchen. I follow.
He sits down at the island. I sit up on the counter and stare at him. He stare right back at me.
"Why are you here?" I say.
"To see you." He answers simply.
Now I'm just pissed the fuck off. August knows not to play with me, but yet he still does. Asshole.
"Don't play with me, August. You don't fucking call me or text me for a whole fucking year and now you show up because you want to see me? Who the fuck do you think you are?" I yell.
"You better watch who the fuck you talkin' to." August says, raising his voice.
"And if I don't? Bitch, you don't scare me! I bet you didn't talk to that basic ass hoe like that! You know, the one that cheated on your ass!" I hissed.
August doesn't say anything. I could tell he was mad, but I don't give a fuck. He needs to feel my pain. He needs to feel hurt like the way that he left me for all that time. I get in his face.
"I am not going to be your rebound. And if you thought you could just walk up in here and get me back like this, then you're wrong. If you ever want me again, you will work like a fucking slave, understand?"
August smirked.
"Aight. I gotchu, baby." He says, kissing my lips.
I swear I almost died. The touch of his soft lips against mine made my knees weak. But I can't show weakness. I mean what I say. He has to work for me.
I pulled away and smacked him. He bit his lip and stood up.
"I'm gone getchu, Chilombo. One way or another."
