Just A Yungin' (August Alsina Love Story)

Chapter 43

Malorie S.

"Finally." I smiled as I seen Aug's plane land.

He's back down for Chris's album release party. Sadly he can only stay for today and tonight but tomorrow morning he's out.

After 20 minutes of waiting I seen him walking to the car. I just seen him a week ago but it didn't matter, I just wanted to jump on him and give him a million tiny kisses.

"Hey baby." He smiled sitting his bag down and pulling me closer to him by my waist.
Before he could even give me a kiss paparazzi came flying towards us. "Man, I love your hair."

"Malorie who's your mystery man, that came to see you?" One yelled.

I laughed as August picked his bag up and we started walking to the car. They followed us until we made it into our car.

"Who's your mystery man Mal?" August asked laughing.

We both knew paparazzi were full of shit so we'd just laugh at the rumors.

"Adrian. He came to visit me yesterday , he misses his brother in law no matter how much he doesn't wanna admit it.

"His ole box head." He laughed.

I pulled out of the parking lot and drove until I got to WalMart. I had to go to the one on the waaay other side of town just so that me and August wouldn't get attacked by fans.

"You know these hoes Wishy Washy." I rapped along with the song before August turned down the volume.

"When you start listening to Migos?" He laughed.

"Well I drove your Range Rover one day and seen the No Label 2 mixtape, popped it in, liked it. Now I'm a fan." I shrugged.

"I gotta' start bringin' my stuff with me." He laughed. "C'mon."

We both got out of my car and started to walk into Wal-Mart. August wore his bucket hat and shades as if that was a disguise.

"Good disguise August." I said sarcastically.

"I can't be nobody but me ma." He said.

I rolled my eyes as we walked into the Wal-Mart. A few people looked but didn't approach us.

"I'll be back. Try to stay undercover or we'll be here all night." I said.

"Okay, stop worrying and go." He said before placing a kiss on my lips.

I walked to the section with the candles, towels. All that type of home stuff. August needed some stuff at his.

I got three new sets of towels as well as a few candles.

"Fuck." I mumbled as I reached as high as I possibly could. Who the fuck put all the good cinnamon candles at the very top?

"Struggling?" A voice asked from behind me.

I turned around and seen my worst nightmare.

Derek.

My breathing started slowing down but my heart started speeding up.

"Mal, Mal, Mal. Still as beautiful as I remember. Just a little thicker." He chuckled.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Doing what?" He smirked.

"Following me, stalking me, leaving notes on my door, threatening my family." I said.

"Cause, in gonna' get my revenge. You locked me away for 10 years." He said.

"You tried to rape me bastard, your my own fucking cousin." I said.