"Aug and Jazz instagram pics in m/m."
Jazmine POV-
"Goodmorning Shady Sadie." DJ came in and plopped on my bed.
"Next up at 8. A famous singer is making waves in the Atlanta area and his music has nothing to do with it. Find out who it is and what he's doing to make a difference." The male newscaster said as they went to commercial.
"I hope his ass bombs." I ate a spoonful of my fruit loops and sat back pouting.
Asswipe. 😤
"You still didn't tell me what he did." DJ looked at me.
"I just don't feel like talking about it. When I do, you'll know. I could blast his ass to every fucking media outlet if I wanted too. I am a publicist you know. But no, I'm diverting attention by giving his ass good publicity. Even when I want to be mean I can't."
"A famous singer is making waves in Atlanta after donating almost his entire wardrobe to First Baptist Church and Boys Home. He says God gave him a second chance at life and he wanted to do the same. here's John with more."
They went to a shot with August surrounded by the boys in his clothes and shoes, sitting next to the older lady.
The bigger boy even managed to squeeze one leg into Aug's jeans.
"This is horrible."DJ said.
We busted up laughing. August was trying to keep a smile on his face but I could tell he was angry and aggravated.
Hooray!!!!!! 😂😂😂😂😂
"August Alsina had two brushes with death. The first brush when he fell from a stage during a performance in New York, which left him in a three day coma. The second, after having to be rushed to the hospital for a failing Kidney. August says it was nothing but God that saved his life and he felt compelled to give back."
"How does it feel to give back?" The newscaster asked August.
"Uh...I guess...I mean ... Sorta like...cool." He cleared his throat embarrassed that he could barely formulate his words.
The kids behind him were dancing and making faces.
"Ms. Johnson how did it feel when you found out he did this?"
"It filled my hearts. This is what the babies needed."
"August Alsina is the best Muthafuckin singer around. Watch out Trigga and CB my nigga coming for ya ass." He patted Aug's back.
"Raymond!" The lady screamed.
"Sorry about that." She smiled to the camera.
"Mr. Mayor, how does it feel to see people like August giving back?" The newscaster asked.
"It's great for the city. Knowing that celebrities are willing to help out the less fortunate in their city."
"Kids how does it feel to know someone like August gives back to his community?"
"Cool as fuck." The big boy yelled into the mic.
The lady shook her head. "Their orphans forgive them."
"August one last question. Where did the idea come from?"
"I...umm...umm...I..." He stumbled over his words.
"Did it just come to you or..." The newscaster tried to help him out.
"Yeah." He looked down like he wanted to cry.
"August you are a good man. We need more like you." The newscaster patted his shoulder. "Back to you Bob."
I covered my face with the covers. I felt a little bit bad. Only a little. Which is why I didn't let them take his computer his new music was on there. That was sitting on my desk in my room.
"Nah bitch don't feel bad now. You cant be petty and feel bad. You got to do it and not feel ashamed. Otherwise it defeats the purpose of being petty." DJ yanked the covers off of me.
"I don't feel bad." I cut the tv off. "He's getting what he deserves." I sat up and fixed my hair.
"Stop lying." DJ hit me upside the head with a pillow.
I ate my cereal unbothered. Took my shower. Put on some fresh clothes.
Ding. My doorbell rung.
My stomach started getting jittery. Why?
"It's Mother Theresa." DJ chuckled eating a bowl of cereal.
"I don't want to talk to him."
Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. He assaulted my doorbell by playing on it, not letting go.
"Just answer he's not going to go away." DJ said annoyed.
"Stand your ground and answer the door. If he swing, bitch I got the guns ready."
I sighed heavily.
I knew Aug's temper and I knew he was going to be heated. But I wasn't afraid of his ass anymore. He did me wrong. And he wanted me back I didn't want him back. So I had the upper hand.
No more nice girl. I'm speaking my mind from now on and I'm standing by the shit I do and say. He is wrong, not me.
I got his computer then went to get the door. DJ was posted on the couch.
"Don't interfere DJ I can handle it."
"I'm not. I'm just hear for this boiling tea." He ate his cereal laid on the couch.
I opened the door slightly. August looked at me with his nostrils flaring.
"You thought that shit was funny? Giving all my shit away?"
"First off don't approach me like that. You lucky I didn't burn it. Here's your computer with your wack ass music." I gave him his little Mac Book back.
"My music wack Na'? Was it wack when your ass was quoting me my lyrics? Talking about how much it helped you?"
"It was game." I rolled my eyes and folded my arms in the doorway. "Your music is simple and it ain't deep." I tried to remember insults DJ had said to repeat them.
Na'. Take that!!! 😜
He laughed. "You mad so Imma let you have that. Cause if I start throwing out insults your fucking feelings gone really be hurt." He looked at me serious again.
"Damn these fruity pebbles on point." DJ said being funny.
"Whatever. Get away from my door." I closed the door but he put his foot there to stop it.
"I'm not going no fucking where. We talking this shit out."
Was he serious?
"After what you did I don't have to talk shit out with you bitch. Move before I call the fucking police. And tell them your black ass is harassing me." I tried to close the door.
He wouldn't move.
"I told you the truth and I apologized. On top of that shit I made one fucking mistake and you can't forgive me for that shit?"
"One mistake? Are you fucking serious? There's levels to this cheating shit. And from my understanding, you crossed several lines but you keep hollerin bout, "you made ONE fucking mistake." Nah sir, you made plenty.
1. You cheated
2. You cheated unprotected. Which showed that you gave no fuck about me or your own dumbass. You could've caught something and brought that shit home to me.
3. You got the bitch pregnant.
"Damnnnnnnn." DJ sat up surprised.
And 4. You kept all this shit hidden for 3 months. If you were really sorry you would've told me about it when it first happened, instead of trying to make it seem like I'm the fucking needy and insecure one with trust issues.
Ain't shit ass. But you only made ONE mistake? If you don't get the fuck away from my front door."
Quote in italics with a few minor changes by AmoraEsBonita .
"If a nigga leave know he not coming back. Believe dat." He stared me down.
His tall frame over looking me.
"Don't come back to my door. Don't call my phone. Text or be in my presence period. You are dead to me! Believe dat!!!!!" I slammed the door in his face.
"Fuck you." He said on the other side.
"No fuck you!" I yelled back.
"No fuck you!" He said.
I opened the door and yelled. "Fuck you!" As he got in his car and drove off. Then slammed the door.
I went in my room,
Closed the door. Cutting on my television.
I got a notification that he posted a pic I guess when he got home with his middle finger up and the caption.
"F*xk erbody but my nation. 🅰🇺🇸."
I took a selfie with my lips poked out with the caption. "You mad cause I'm not naive to your bullshit no more? Aww poor baby. 😂😂😂😂 #nolajazzwisedup
Buckwheat head ass. 😤