Mean

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Beyonce Knowles

I parked on the curb, in case I had to leave real fast cause I know she has a terrible temper, and I'm all prepared to run the fuck out.

I gently closed the door so she wouldn't hear it, walking up to the door, pulling my key out and unlocking it.

I slowly opened the door, peeking my head in. I didn't see anything, but it did smell really good. Like vanilla. I chuckled, walking in and locking the door behind me.

I carefully walked in the kitchen, not seeing a damn thing, so I walked to the dining room. Nothing. I turned and walked up the stairs.

Once I got up there, I looked around, trying to figure out which room was hers.

After about a minute, I said fuck it, and just opened a room door. There was nothing but a piano in there.

I wonder who's this is-

"Why the fuck are you in my house?"

I heard from behind me.

When I tuned around, I didn't expect to see what I saw, which ultimately left me at a loss of words.

Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, she had on a crop top and pajama shorts. Damn this girl had ass for fucking days. But it fits her so perfectly. Damn she's fine. Now I really wanna keep fucking with her.

She crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one leg. "Well?"

"You not scared? I'm an intruder." I waved me hands, walking closer to her, only for her to back up.

"Nigga please. Ain't nobody scared of you." She turned and walked down the hall to the last bedroom, so I followed.

"Oh come on, you'd be scared if you ain't know me and I was in your house."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "I don't know you." She opened the door to walk in, so I walked in behind her.

She looked me up and down before shrugging and sitting on her bed. I closed the door behind me, looking around.

"Yeah you do."

She sucked her teeth. "No, I don't. I know you, but I don't really know you like that. I know that your a fucking asshole, bitch ass nigga, likes to piss me off, bothers me all the damn time for no fucking reason-"

"You want me to bother you. If you didn't then you wouldn't entertain my shit." I sat in the rolling chair she had at her desk, scooting closer to her.

She scoffed. "I don't entertain your shit."

"Oh but it sure gets a rise outta you."

"Because your fucking annoying."

I poked out my bottom lip. "You don't gotta be so mean."

She waved me off. "Move."

"Why?"

"I gotta do my homework. Now get outta the fucking way." She tried to pull me up, but I pulled her on my lap instead.

"There, your sitting down." I smirked.

She sucked her teeth, slapping me away from her. "Stop with the shit Bey. I'm tryna do my damn homework, something you don't know shit about."

I scoffed. "I do my homework, sometimes."

"Exactly, just fucking move." She said with her arms crossed.

I grabbed her arm, pulling her on my lap once more and wrapping my arms around her. "I want nice Nicki. She's really cool." I grabbed some of her hair, playing with it.