The Preacher's Daughter ( August Alsina Edition )

Chapter 9

* Chanelle's POV *

He gently grabbed my hand & led me to his room. Giving me kisses so sweet it was like candy to me. Getting me weak in my knees. He slid my shirt off & proceeded to take his off. Soft kisses from shoulders before he slid my pants & panties only to eliminate his afterwards. Thrusting inside me, all I could think was hallelujah while he squeezed his hand with mine the more we got into it. The moans were becoming music to our ears & when we finally reached that point I hit reality.
Miss Brown: You seem to have had one crazy nap there Chanelle.
Everyone started lowkey laughing.
Miss Brown: Mind sharing it w/ the class? What's more important than this?
Chanelle: Nothing.
Miss Brown: Please stay up & pay attention.
It was all a dream, but it seemed so real. I finished copying my notes & the bell rung. Found my seat in the lunchroom & sat down.
Drea: Heard about what happened.
Chanelle: Figured.
People started coming by & giggling about what happened.
Monique: It's okay. We all have those moments.
Monique spoke before she sat down.
Drea: What was it really about?
Chanelle: Nothing.
Monique: You know you can tell us.
Chanelle: Me & August.
I said before taking a sip of my juice.
Monique: Ahhhh should've damn known.
Drea: What's Karter doing with Paris hoe ass?
Monique: Hopefully giving that bitch some help. She need to come back down to Earth cause she look like a damn lab rat if you ask me.
Karter came over & sat down.
Drea: When y'all become friends?
Karter: Sasha can't go to prom cause her grandma died & she didn't have a date so she asked me.
Drea: She asked you?
Karter: Yeah.
He said shrugging his shoulders.

* August's POV *

I looked over & seen Chanelle, but I ignored it cause I wasn't tryna be no thirsty nigga & always in her face.
Xavier: I'm going over to Monique's tonight. You know her mama & them bad ass lil kids gone be away for the weekend.
August: Aight.
Xavier: Come over & keep ya girl company.
August: Aight.
I said pretending like it didn't matter.
Corey: Well Drea suppose to be showing me her dress tonight too. Know what that mean?
He said smiling & nodding his head.
August: It mean she gone show you her damn dress right?
Xavier: & that's it.
He said laughing.
Corey: Y'all sholl can fuck a nigga hopes up.
August: My bad bruh.
I said laughing at him.

* Chanelle's POV *

Chanelle: What you mean August coming over?
Monique: I mean Xavier coming over & August coming with him.
Chanelle: Dang...
Monique: You know you wanna say damn.
Chanelle: Well damn...
She started laughing.
Monique: I ordered pizza & got drinks, so we'll be alright.
Then there was the knock...
Monique: That's them!
She said full of excitement & opening the door.
Xavier: Wassup Monique?
Monique: Hey Xavier.
She said giving him a hug & allowing him & August inside.
August: Sup wit cha?
Chanelle: Nothing much.
I said sitting down in the recliner. Xavier, Monique, & August sat down on the couch which turned into a straight make out session for Xavier & Monique.
Chanelle: Anybody want some pizza? A drink? Their next damn breath?
August laughed while Monique threw her hand up. Xavier started whispering in her eat while she laughed along.
Monique: We'll be upstairs.
Chanelle: Okay.
She grabbed Xavier's hand & walked him upstairs. August seemed too much into tv so I grabbed a slice of pizza anything to occupy myself since that dream earlier.
August: You not gone offer me a piece?
Chanelle: Want some?
August: Nah, just wanted to be offered some.
Chanelle: Petty.
I said shaking my head.
August: Why you sitting all the way over there?
Chanelle: Cause I sat here.
He stood up & made his way over towards me grabbing my hand to sit beside him on the couch.
August: You really watch these hoe ass Kardashians?
Chanelle: Nope.
He walked over where the movies were & put in Love & Basketball.
Chanelle: This my favorite movie.
August: One of mine too.
I looked over at him & before I knew it I kissed him. A smirk came across his face while he grabbed me & we laid across the couch. Nothing more perfect than laying in someone's arms...especially the arms of August.