Neighbor

2.

|Next day|
Houston, TX
Onika Maraj

"Morning neighbor!!" Beyonce screamed from across her porch as I walked out.

I flicked her off, locking the door and walking to my car. I am not with the shits this morning. I don't know why I'm in such a bad mood, but I am, and I just need my coffee to get through today, so I can come back home and be dead to the world.

Obviously she didn't get the hint, because she ran over to me with another damn cup of coffee. Coffee that I didn't even think about drinking. "I hope you liked the coffee yesterday. I made it special from the heart. Here." She handed it to me.

"No thank you. Move."

She creased her eye brows, pointing at the cup. "But, you took it yes-"

I slapped the cup out of her hand, staring up at her angrily. "I don't want the damn coffee! Stop fucking talking to me! I do not like you, and I am not in the mood for your annoying ass this morning! I didn't even drink your damn coffee yesterday you hooligan!! Stop fucking talking to me! Damn!" I shoved her out of my way, getting in the car and slamming the door.

She was standing there in shock for a few seconds before I saw her hang her head and walk glumly back up to her house. I sighed in happiness. Finally. It felt pretty good to snap, like I know it's not good, but it had to be done. She needs to know not to cross those boundaries with me, because I seriously can't stand her.

|Next Day|

Nothing. The first morning in 2 years where she wasn't already awake and waiting to bother me. It feels good to be able to walk out of my house and not have someone all up in my damn face, especially her. She just, never took any of my hints. Or she did but she ignored them. How can someone have that much patience. It's crazy.

|During work|

"Hey Mom." I said happily as I took a bite of my vegetarian burger.

"Hello? Is this my daughter I'm talking to or some robot who replaced her?"

I laughed, waving her off. "What are you talking about mom? I'm the same person I always am."

"No, you sound really happy and not like you have a stick up your ass."

"Ahh, that would be because I took that stick out of my ass and beat Bey's ego to death with it. I was not in the mood, and she was doing a little to much, and I snapped. Haven't heard from her since." I smiled, clearly happy with myself.

Alright, I'll be real with you guys. I don't really hate Bey, I just hate the thought of letting myself get close to her, because my past relationships weren't all so good. And she looks like the ultimate fuck girl. Don't let my nagging and complaining fool you, she is really really good looking. Everything about her is always on point, besides the fact that she wears so many colors.

She's tall, always smells good, dresses.....halfway decent sometimes, and yes, she's really nice. But if I let myself get close to her, he's only gonna play head games with me. I have to stick with me, with what I'm comfortable with, and she's not that. Besides, I feel like there's more to her then what she puts out.

I'm no therapist, but sometimes when I look deep in her eyes, the days where I'm not being a complete bitch to her, she looks very lonely. Yes, with me knowing that, I still push her away, but it's not meant to be, and she keeps trying to force it.

"Ohhhhh no Nicki! Why'd you.....Onika Tanya Maraj! I taught you better than that!" She said angrily. I creased my eye brows. Why the fuck is she mad? She doesn't have to deal with Bey, I do.

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"No! She has been reaching out to you sweetie! If you weren't so damn scared to put yourself out there, you'd realize that she's not fucking with you! It's been 2 years Nicki, 2 damn years that she could have been moved on, and said fuck it, but she keeps dealing with your negative ass. You know what Onika, I'mma talk to you later because your gonna make me have a stroke. Bye." She hung up.