Right By My Side [Book 4]

Chapter 30

Only 6 Chapters Left Until The Ending Of The Story Right By My Side.

Read the story, Love & Basketball, (not published yet) which will be a spin-off of ALL the Nicki Minaj & August Alsina Story.
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Nicki Minaj POV

Bianca don' went far as fuck and ion what she got up her sleeves but the bitch don't scare me. Not even fo' a lil' bit so let the hoe think she got it 'cause she don't. I'ma still do what the fuck I am gonna do whether she likes it or not. She just needa watch her back and be ready. Got me fucked all the way up.

Ion what she did wit' my phone, but when I checked it, it looked clean so she prolly used it to get me to stay and talk. And, ion what she got planned wit' August but he be a damn fool if he stays and listen to her bullshit.

This got me so fed up like I finna punch somebody inna face real hard, real hard bruh. I'm so in my feelin's that I gon' ahead and bawl my fist ready to throw a punch when I heard an oomph sound.

I turn to see Drake holdin' on his stomach. "My bad Drake." I apologize to him.

"Y'know you been actin' weird since the after party. What the hell happened back there?" Drake asks.

Ion Drake... Maybe the fact that hoe Bianca was there. August now wit' her listenin' to whatever she gotta say. Prolly us fakin' to be a couple just to fuck wit' him. Ion anymo'. I'm stressin' out and I feel like punchin' the hell outta somebody.  I ain't mean to hit you Drake, but I wanna hit Bianca and not go to jail fo' it.

"It ain't nothin' Drake. Just stressin'." I said.

Drake just looks at me and sighs when we pull up to my house and just sit inna car fo' a brick. "I'll be fine tonight Drake. Gon' head and chill wit' ya niggas."

I get outta car and close the door while I walk over to my front door and unlock it before I open the door and wave to Drake when he drives off. I'm glad he gone so I can take my depressed ass inna house and stripe myself from lies and drink.

August Alsina POV

I'm inna club thinkin' long and hard 'bout the shit I don' got myself into now. Bianca damn near finna fuck up my whole career as an artist. She finna go and claim that I'ma dead beat father to an unborn baby (that ain't mines).  Surprised as fuck 'cause she ran the whole game plan down to me and she finna win. If anythin' she never leaves loopholes or if she did I ain't catch 'em .

So I'm inna club buzzed and pissed and confused as hell now 'cause the end is near. I'ma lose fans bruh and she don't care. Bum bitch she is, a bum bitch.

While my niggas party and hard and shit, gettin' grind on and shit, I sit back and smoke. What else can I do? Ion want no other hoe all up on me right now. I'm not inna mood fo' the shit.

"Aye August," Drake shouts.

I throw my head up as he come over to the section.

"You good nigga?" Drake asks.

"Mhm." I mumble.

"Just high as a motherfucker." I said.

"I see that nigga. You look like you retarded." Drake said.

"Bruh! That's fucked up Drake." I said.

Drake bring a few bitches inna area and sits down wit' 'em and I just sit back on my phone. Ion what else to do and a part of me wants to jump up and be wit' Nicki but I can't.   We grew apart - I guess we did - I don't wanna believe it.

But, fuck it, I'm high as fuck so I'm gonna just call her and talk to her.

The phone ring and I slowly leave from bein' nervous to bein' real calm...As the phone rings I see Drake phone lightin' up onna table.

"Aye Dr..." Then I stop talkin' when I see boobs popped up on his screen. Damn Drake you my nigga. I ignore it and try callin' Nicki again onna phone.

"Ooh these fo' me August. I'ma go nigga." Drake said and leaves.