The Devil Wears Stilettos

Fourteen

[J]

"So this is the shit you had to do?" Beyoncé damn near yelled. Rosario jumped some, looking behind her.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked. Beyoncé crossed her arms, looking between Rosario and I.

"If you wanted to fuck another bitch, then just fucking say that! You didn't have to be a dick to me for some pussy." She said.

"Uh uh... who the fuck are you talking to? I ain't 'some pussy'?" Rosario said. Beyoncé rolled her eyes.

"I'm talking to that dumbass behind you. Move out the way, or stop speaking." She said. Rosario frowned.

"The fuck? You not about to talk to me wreckless?" Rosario said.

"Ma, go on back to your friends." I told her. She looked at me.

"You sure?" She said.

"He's sure!" Beyoncé answered for me.

"I didn't fucking ask you?" Rosario said. Beyoncé laughed.

"Oh my god, I've had the worst fucking day, and I've just been waiting for a bitch to try me! Thank you!" She said, starting to pull her hair up.

"Who the fuck are you calling a bitch?" Rosario shot back, standing up.

"Aye!" I said, getting between them. I'd put money on it that Beyoncé could probably put this girl in a coffin. "Rosario, go chill wit' your girls. I got this." I told her. She clenched her jaw.

"I'll catch you later." She said.

"No you fucking won't." Beyoncé said.

"I swear to g-" she started. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Chill, ma." I said. She nodded, walking away. I looked at Beyoncé, who had her arms crossed.

"Fuck you!" Beyoncé started yelling.

"What is your problem?" I said, frowning. "You come in here, yelling at me and shit?"

"Because I... I," she started. Her voice broke, making my face soften. I watched her eyes start to water as she bit her lip.

"Come on," I said, trying to guide her away. If she was about to cry, for reasons I don't know, I didn't want her to embarrass herself in front of everyone.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She said. I sighed.

"Let's go to my office. You can yell at me there." I said. She remained quiet, letting me take her to my office. It was in the back of the club, the music was muffled here. I shut and locked the door once we were in, turning to face her.

"What's up?" I said. She laughed, tears starting to fall.

"What's up? That's all you fucking say?" She yelled.

"I don't know what the fuck you want me to say?" I said. I watched her grab a pillow from the couch in here, throwing it at me.

"Chill out!" I said.

"No! Fuck you!" She yelled through her tears. I legit was so confused, I had no idea what was going on.

"I should have known, I should've fucking known... You know what? It's cool, do you." She said. "Let me out."

"Nah, I want you to talk to me. What the hell is going on?" I said, standing in front of the door. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

"I had the shittiest day, Shawn!" She started. I frowned.

"I thought... I thought we had fun?" I mumbled. She flared her nostrils.

"Shut up?!" She yelled. "This isn't about you!"