No Love (August Alsina Story)

Chapter 3

(Malia's POV)

Ugh. It's Monday morning. The tutor is suppose to be here at 12 o'clock to 2 o'clock. Im not even about to get cute. My mom's at work. My siblings are at school. And my dad is upstairs playing the game, when he needs to be looking for a job. Let me fix myself some breakfast because it's already 11:33 AM.

(August's POV)
Ugh. It's Monday. Everyone hates Mondays. But it's time to grind so I can get this money. I'm a teacher. I visit people's houses who aren't able to go to school because of medical reasons. First, I gotta go to the high school to get this week's work. After I leave the school I make my way over to the house. The student's name was Craig. He lived in the middle of the hood. I park my car and made me way over to the house. I didn't even have to ring the bell. A teenage boy answered. "Wassup? Im Craig," he stated.
"Hey, wassup? I'm Mr. Alsina. But, you can call me August," I responded as walking in the house. The session went by fast. After that I made my way to the next student's house. She lived on 413 Terrance Drive. Hmm. That address sounds familiar. I pulled up to the house and rung the door bell. That's when Malia answered. "Malia?" I asked puzzled. She looked surprised. It doesn't look like she has put any make up on. But she still looks pretty. Then I noticed that she was on crutches. OMG! "Are you okay?" I questioned.
"Yeah. I just twisted my ankle and I have a broken bone. But what are you doing here?" she responded looking confused.
"I'm your home school teacher," I replied flashing her a smile. She let me in the house and we sat down at the dinning room table. "So your teachers assigned you two homework assignments per night all the way up to Friday."
"Um. Did they give me textbook work or just worksheets?" asked Malia.
"A little bit of both," I responded. After 2 hours of working. I left to go home and get ready for my other job. I gave Malia my email and number. I told her that's in case she needed anything. She said okay. Malia seems a little shy. I didn't know she was still in high school. She's a senior. There's only a 3 year age difference. That's not too bad. Wait? What am I thinking? I can't go out with my student! I can lose my job. We'll see how this plays out.

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