Shot For Me || August Alsina

Chapter 9- Love 'Em All

Jordan POV
So, I still don't fuck with August. It's a month since I got up out that coma, and I'm doing better without him than with him. Whenever I see him, we always argue and bump heads. Ole fuck nigga. Besides, I think after that huge fallout, we all sort of drifted apart. The only people from the clique I still talk to are Ty, Trell, and Heather. I'm a songwriter now. I have written for a number of artists including K. Michelle, and guess who? Of course, August. Matter fact, I'm in the studio with him now.
"No August!" I screech, exasperated. "That's not the fucking hook!" He's messing it up to piss me off. He chuckles. "Then what is it?" I drop my pen and start singing the hook for Benediction. "Started off in the streets
We would take collection from the fiends
People dyin' all around me
So I gave you my testimony
We were down from the beginnin'
When the world wasn't listenin'
Now that I got your attention
Let us end with the benediction"
He smirks, satisfied that he's pissed me off to the point that I start to baby him. He walks out of the booth, walks to me, and puts a hand on my ass. I start to soften a little. His touch still makes me weak. Then, Jayda walks in the studio, looking straight up ratchet as hell. August snatches his hands away from my body, to my dismay. She pops her gum, opening her mouth to speak something no one's gonna understand. "Haaay baybeh. Jacqueline?" I switch my weight from one foot to the other. This bitch knows my damn name. Let her say something else. Swear Lord so help me, I'm knocking the shit outta the skittle ass hoe. Bitch got green, pink, orange, and red weave. Who in the BLUE FUCKERY told her to be a dumbass and get that shit. Jayda walks in the booth, and starts singing over August's track, which I was editing. This bitch fucked up my work, and now Aug's album is gonna be ANOTHER month late. That's it. I get up, walk in the booth and grab her by her hair, dragging her out of it. She tries to punch me but I dodge every hit. I chuckle a little, stomping her out. I kick her in the side watching her fade in and out of consciousness. Throughout all of this, August just stands and watches. I speak into the walkie talkie hooked on my belt. "SECURITY! Groupie in the White building. Code 32675." August laughs, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Bae, chill." I look up at him, raising and eyebrow. "Bae?"