Mean

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Houston, TX
Thursday, February 29th
Beyonce Knowles

"Aye, Lauren, you seen Nicki?" I ain't seen or heard from her in 2 days.

Yeah, I could go over her house, but I really feel like she wants to kill me, and she ain't like the rest of these weak bitches, she'll beat my ass.

She chuckled. "Yeah, but why do you care? I thought y'all ain't like each other."

I crossed my arms. "We don't. I'm just so used to annoying the fuck outta her so I thought I'd ask."

"Look, if you like her, just tell me. You act like I'mma judge you. Beyonce-"

"Bey, do not call me that." I said through my teeth.

It's not like I hate my real name, it just gives me a dose of reality, that I was born weird, and I'm in a good place right now. I'm a whole nigga and everyone's fine with that.

She rolled her eyes. "Bey, I will not judge you if you admit to me that you like her. I mean, I'm the one who told you you guys are alike, maybe not for the same reasons, but you guys are destined to be with each other."

"Hole up, I barely even know her-"

"When's her birthday?"

"December 8th, why?"

She raised an eye brow, closing her locker and walking to class. I followed her. "Why?"

"Middle name?"

"Tanya, still doesn't mean I know her though."

"Favorite color?"

"Pink, sometimes black but depends on her mood......ok so maybe I know some shit about her, but that's only cause-"

"Cause you like her. Bey, I'm not finna keep saying this, but it is ok to like her. I had to tell her ass the same thing. Fuck is wrong with you two?"

I sighed. "You know my problem. What if....what if I tell her about me and she thinks I'm weird, like all these other stupid hoes and bitches?"

She shook her head. "She won't Bey. I know her better than you do, and she comes off like a bitch, but she's really sweet Bey. Just go talk to her after school."

I scoffed. "How the fuck do you even know I know where she lives?"

"She told me you break in her house with your key every day." We both laughed. "Just go talk to her. I don't know what you did to her, but whatever it is, she is pissed. So wear a cup."

I creased my eye brows, then nodded in understanding because she can be really violent when she's mad. She's right. Even though I admitted it to her, I am still kinda in denial, only cause of my insecurities though. I'mma go talk to her.

After school

I fixed my clothes before walking up to her door step. I had on a very simple outfit, like always, black Nike hoodie, sweatshorts, and I pulled my hair back with a hair band so it wouldn't be in my face.

I pulled my key out, getting ready to open the door, but that really wouldn't be the best way to try and apologize to her. Because as hard as it is for me to admit it, I really really like her, I like spending time with her, even when we do fight. I like all of it, and I can't let all this time go to shit cause I'm to stubborn to apologize to her.

I took a deep breath, ringing the door bell and stuffing my hands in my pockets. It opened about 30 seconds later. When I looked up, like the first time I laid eyes on her, my words were swept right out of my mouth.