1. Dancing For Mr. Alsina

23. Just Listen

August.

The night had grew into morning and nobody had heard from Jasmine. I'm worried because we leave at twelve and it's ten. Where ever she is, I hope she's okay, but when she gets back, I'll have to give her a long speech about this because it can't happen again.

I quickly jumped up from my bed as my door opened and in walked Jasmine with an uninterested expression on her unhappy face. I frowned at the sight.

"Where the fuck you been at," I asked in a soft, calm tone.

"Sorry I'm late," She mumbled.

"You didn't answer my question," I said through clenched teeth.

"You'll be mad," She said, slightly raising her voice.

"You was with Isaiah all night, weren't you," I asked matter-factly.

"Yeah," She answered quietly.

"Yeah. Main reason I fired him, but you still found a way to fuck with him," I said, shaking my head. I walked toward the nightstand then pulled the drawer open and grabbed the Plan B, tossing it to her. "You'll need it."

"Are you fo--"

"Ah. Nah. I'm helping you out. Did ya even use a condom?"

"Yes, August. I'm not stupid," She shouted, throwing her hands down at her side.

"You sure do act like it," I muttered.

"I'm not about to listen to you insult me," She quipped, turning around to walk away.

"Jasmine," I called and she continued to walk. "Katherine," I shouted which got her to stop.

"What did I tell you about calling me that," She snarled through clenched teeth.

"It's not fair. You could easily sleep with him, but when I want to, it's too soon," I emphasized, using air quotes.

"Don't. Just stop while you're ahead," She croaked, putting up her hands.

"No. You need to hear this. Let me had fucked Rose or something, you would've flipped your shit. I thought we were good after the last few shows," I said, pitifully.

"You're the one in your feelings about Nicole," She said and rolled her eyes.

"You're not even acknowledging the fact that I've been in my feelings about you, too," I said, sounding like a complete female.

She just stared at me with her mouth slightly hung open. I sighed out of frustration then grabbed the card with a white rose attached to it. I handed them to her and she hesitantly reached her hand out to grab it. Once it was in her hands, she opened the card and read over the words.

"The white rose represented your purity and innocence," I explained, shoving my hands in my pockets.

She lifted her head quickly. "August, I--"

"It's good. We about to leave so go finish that," I said, blowing her off.

"Can--"

"You heard what I said. Go on."

She shook her head and walked out of the door, slamming it shut. I sighed and ran my hands over my head in frustration. I'm not even gon front, she hurt a nigga heart for real, but I guess it's karma.

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I exhaled the cloud of smoke before putting the blunt back up to my lips. This is my way of coping with everything and getting my mind off of today's situation.