The Publicist

Charity

*jazz instagram pic in m/m

Also thank all of you for the feedback. I see it all and I'm going to take that into consideration as I determine how to end it***

Jazmine POV-

"So I got the fabric for you guys outfits. What time is Aug coming over here to get fitted?" DJ asked me as I walked in the house.

"Help me load this U-Haul."

"Bitch what?"

"I said help me load this U-Haul with his shit." I got some garbage bags, went to my room and started throwing his clothes in there.

"Okay, what happened?"

"I don't feel like discussing it. You either gon help or you not. If not get the fuck out my way." I brushed pass DJ with a full garbage and loaded it in the U-Haul.

"When a bitch say pack like Angie from waiting to exhale, I pack." DJ started putting things in the bags.

"Even his shoes?" He looked a the litany of Jordan's lined up in my closet. Some retro. Some not even out yet. All expensive.

"Everything." I emptied my drawers of his contents.

DJ didn't question me he just packed things away and put them in the U-Haul. It took us about 4 hours but we finally got all his garbage out my house. Including his MacBook. blu-Ray DVD player. And Gaming system.

We both got in the truck. My phone hadn't stopped buzzing with the millions of text, since I put him on the block call list.

All of which I hadn't read or cared to read. Nigga buh-bye. We will never have a conversation again in life. ✌️

"Where are we going?" DJ asked me.

I ignored him until we pulled up to our destination.

"Mm-mm-mm. And this is when he knew he fucked up. " DJ cracked up.

"Gon head Bernadine." That's Angela's character from Waiting to Exhale.

I got out the truck ignoring DJ and walked up the stairs. I rang the bell.

"How may I help you?" A woman around 70 answered the door.

"A friend of mine was so grateful for God saving his life that he asked me to donate all his things to your church and the boys home ,you run."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes ma'am." I smiled brightly. "I couldn't believe it when he told me. The man's a saint. Come look at the stuff."

"Praise him." She rejoiced and followed me to the truck. I opened it to show her all I had.

"There's male clothes. Top of the line shoes. Electronics." I showed her.

See it would be too wasteful to burn his expensive shit. Nah, I rather do charity. Give his shit away to people who really need it. Have people walking around Atlanta in his top of the line Jordans.
Have somebody use his Mac book and gaming system.

She grabbed me and hugged me tight. "Oh the boys at the shelter will love this."

A young boy about 17 stood at the door.

"Raymond come here." The lady gestured.

He ran down the church steps towards us.

"Yo you August Alsina girlfriend. I saw that video of you falling on TMZ." He laughed. "You cute in real life tho. I like em thick."

"Raymond." The lady looked at him.

"No it's okay. I'm embarrassed but yup that was me."

"Whose this August Alsina?" The lady asked confused.

"Some lame ass singer." The boy fanned his hand unimpressed.

Lame fuck boy indeed. 😏

"Raymond watch your mouth. Go get the other boys to help us get this stuff inside the church."

"Wait is those Jordans?"

"Yup. August donated all his clothes and shoes and stuff to you guys."

"Fareal? My nigga! Guess he ain't so lame." The boy ran off yelling telling the other boys to come out.

A flood of boys came out getting anything they could off the truck.

"Nigga you too fat you can't wear them jeans." A boy said snatching some of August jeans from a bigger boy.

"So. Bet I squeeze into these shits." He yanked them back and ran off.

The lady shook her head.

"Forgive their language. They really do appreciate it. Where can we send this August a thank you gift from the church?"

"He'd love that." I wrote his address down for her.

"God bless you sweetie." She hugged and kissed my cheek one last time.

"No, God bless you." I smiled.

"DJ take a picture of me outside the church." I tapped on the window.

"You are such a shady bitch." He laughed getting out. "Mama has taught you well."

We walked up the steps and DJ took a picture.

I posted it to Instagram.

"Doing the lord's work. So grateful to know people who care more about others than they do themselves. @augustalsina is one such person. He donated almost his entire wardrobe to First Baptist Church and Boys home. Luh you babe! Thanks for being a shining example to us all. 😘😘😘😘" #alsinanation 🅰🇺🇸

"You been hanging around me too long." DJ shook his head as we got back in the truck.

"Indeed. Now time to celebrate." I started the truck.

"Celebrate what?" DJ asked.

"My single life." I gave a smirk. "From this point on I will be the heartless bitch the niggas complain about, but always respect. Because the good girl, they say they want her, but then when they get her run over her. That's the last time nigga! Last time."

"Alright now!" DJ said like he was in church.

August POV-

"Aww Auggie that is so sweet! That's why the nation loves you!"

"Oh my God August, you're amazing. 🅰🇺🇸."

"Bae sexy and got a heart!"

"Yo bro much respect for what you did."

I scrolled through my mentions to see people telling me how nice I was, then I saw the pic Jazz posted.

I shot up. My doorbell rang. I rushed to get it.

"Man you got five interviews tomorrow with Atlanta press." D walked in excited.

"What?" I said confused.

"We got to be at the church tomorrow morning. They want to interview you with the lady that runs the boys home and some of the kids. Even the mayor of Atlanta is going to make out for this R&B good Samaritan."

Please tell me this shit was a dream.

"I thought it was a little extreme but now I see why Jazz is a top publicist. Do you know how good this press is for us? Forget urban media we in the mainstream press! Dope ain't it."

"Dope." I weakly smiled.😏

"You a good Brotha Aug. God is going to bless you tenfold for that."

"Yeah. Hopefully." I slightly chuckled.

"Aight let me let you get some sleep before tomorrow."

"Aight." We dapped up and he left.

She knew what she was doing. 😒