The Worst (August Alsina Story) [Editing]

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 The Worst

Friday Morning August's POV

It seems like I got both Aaliyah and Malaysia back even though I didn't really lose them. I knew they were coming back and they both seemed to come back at the same time. I was chilling at Donte's house with Mark and Tyree. We were smoking and drinking doing the usual.

"Nigga what you doing for your birthday?" Donte asked referring to me

"Mayne shit, nigga I don't know. Imma just chill ya know I'm only turning 17 ya heard me"

"Yeah I got you, but what you and Malaysia gonna do" Tyree asked which caught me off guard

"Who?" I asked confused

"This nigga" Mark stated while throwing up his hands

"He don't remember none of his hoe's names" Donte said while shaking his head

"I remember their body and face" I replied imagining some other girls in my mind

"But we talking about Malaysia the thick short girl" Donte described hoping that I would catch on to who we were talking about.

"With midlength hair" Mark described next

"The one in your science and math" Tyree explained and then it finally clicked in

"Oh Ma. Why y'all ain't just say that?" I asked realizing that her name was Malaysia or some shit

"Yeah what y'all gonna do?" Tyree asked while lighting another blunt

"I don't know but I plan on getting what I want" I stated confidently

"You think she gonna let you hit" Donte asked being extremely interested in the convo

"Of course, she do anything I say and it's my birthday she gonna have to give me something" I replied with a smirk

"I see what you're doing there. I taught you well" Mark laughed dapping me up

Malaysia's POV

I was in my room reminiscing on what happened last night. I was still technically a virgin but I felt weird and different. It was Friday and we didn't have school which meant no game today. I looked over at my clothes hamper and noticed it wasn't there. That meant my mom took it and she's washing my clothes and that's not a good thing. When my mom washes clothes she looks at every little detail. Since I usually wash my own clothes my mom doesn't see what I wore the past week.

"Malaysia Makayla Moore!" my mom called out. When my mom called out my full name I knew I was in serious trouble. I rushed to where she was and noticed she was holding up my dress I wore yesterday.

"What the hell is this?" My mom asked holding it like it was a piece of lingerie.

"A dress" I replied while rolling my eyes because it was obvious

"Well no shit Sherlock. Where did this dress come from and why is it so short?" she asked in the same tone as me

"A store in the mall and it's not short" I replied wondering why she called me down here

"Mhm why does this shirt smell like weed?" my dad asked holding up the blue shirt I wore to August's house.

"Oh my God are y'all seriously sniffing my shirts" I replied while shaking my head

"Yes and why does this dress smell like weed? You been getting high?" my mom asked holding up the same dress

"No I don't smoke" I replied being half honest