No Love (August Alsina Story)

Chapter 4

(Malia's POV)

It's about 5. I should be getting ready for dance. But, im still thinking about my tutoring session. Well, August. He's been on my mind. How can a good looking man like that be a home schooling teacher? That doesn't add up to me. But, he's really smart.
"Malia. You want a ride to dance? I gotta go to grandma's house. I can drop you off and pick you up." asked Malia's mom. My mom never gave me a ride somewhere and back. Black moms. Hmm.. "Yeah. What Time I gotta be ready by?" I questioned.
"5:30," my mom responded. I went upstairs and got ready. I took a quick shower & threw some regular clothes on. I know what you're thinking. Why are you going to dance If you are on crutches? The truth is nothing can keep me away from dance. I'm gonna to go regardless. I texting Ms. Leslie and I asked her if I can cover jazz for 8 through 12 year olds. She said yeah of course and that it's from 6 to 9.
"Come on Malia!" yelled my mom. She's 7 months pregnant and her moods are always changing. It's aggravating. While we were in the car on my way to dance she kept telling me how I still have to take school seriously. Just as we were pulling up to the studio, August and his niece were getting out of the car. I tried to wait until they went inside but it was no point. I got out of the car & hopped my way into the studio.
I went into the dance room and sat down. I noticed August was on the other side of the room helping his niece put her stuff in her dance bag. I just tried to act like I didn't see them, but August spotted me. He walked over to me and asked what was I doing here. I told him I was helping out with the fall performance. He said okay and that he'll see me tomorrow. Then, he left.
It was 6:15 and only August's niece was here. So I called her over and asked her to show me the dance. She showed me it. It was a very sassy song. I liked it. I asked her to freestyle the rest of the song. She did an amazing job. I tweaked some
moves and I told her she can teach everyone the rest of the dance.
Everyone was present at 6:30. Chay taught them the dance. Some caught on quickly, others didn't. So I took the fast learners and they practice the dance over and over. Chay broke the dance down to the slower learners. By the end of the class the dance was finished. It was a great class.
Once again it was 9:30 and August wasn't here. My mom was getting tired of waiting so she offered to take Chay home. Her was was 2 minutes away. After we dropped her off home, we went to Walmart to grab some groceries.
As we were walking into Walmart, I noticed a car that looked like August's. It was August. And he was with some boys who you can tell were thugs. I noticed August gave them drugs. Tf? He can't pick his niece up from dance school but he can sell drugs.
I told my mom that I saw a friend so go ahead without me. She said okay. I approached August, "Yo! Wtf? You out here selling drugs but you can't even pick ya niece up from dance. Damn. I had to take her home myself. You're a good role model!" I yelled.
August looked at me like I had four heads. "Yo, what tf you talking about man? I'm out here c-c-chilling," he slurred. Oh lawd. He's drunk. He started limping to his car and that when he passed out. OMG. "Help! He passed out!" I screamed as I dropped my crutches and layed over his body. I tried to do CPR but it wasn't working.