Brooklyn, New York
December 5th, 2020
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Onika's pov
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"What's her name?"
"Beyoncé"
"Knowles. Beyoncé knowles"
I froze hearing my calculus teacher full name. Plenty emotions run through my body but I didn't know which one to focus on. Should I focus on betrayal, anger, confusion or sadness?
I never expected in a million years that I'll be hearing those words coming from Hakeem's mouth.
He had to be mistaken, right?
"Man, get out of here!" Wayne yells at him.
I heard voices exchanging words but I couldn't focus on what they were saying. The thoughts in my mind began running 100mph in my head.
Beyoncé owed me no loyalty but the fact that she knew Jelani was my brother just isn't clicking in my head.
Why couldn't she just tell me that she and my brother dated?
"Nicki" I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, I turn my head seeing Ty with a worry expression on his face. "Are you okay?" I couldn't hear his faint voice but I read his lips to know what he's saying.
I felt something pinch in my chest, the nozzle in my lungs came back, the unsteady breathing begins and I didn't know if I'll be able to stop it from happening this time.
I pant as I felt my lungs collapse; I couldn't handle breathing on my own anymore. This wasn't like my many panic attacks this one was different something that I'm not used to and something that I don't think I can handle.
"Nicki!" Ty shakes me but that didn't help, the violent shaking just made my heart speed up more.
I felt my phone ringing in my pocket; I tried my best to pull it out as my breathing was still uncontrollable. I place the phone to my ear waiting for the person to speak.
"Onika"
My heart slows down when I heard the person voice.
The voice breathes life back into my collapse lungs.
Then pushes the nozzle away so that I can now breathe again.
"Beyoncé" I call out for her. My breathing became back to normal and I couldn't help to think why her voice stopped my heart from exploding.
"Are you okay, your voice sounds like you just ran a marathon" She says through the phone.
A small smile came to my lips but it quickly vanishes when the information Hakeem just told me begins running through my head like a broken record.
"I'm fine" I lied. That seems to be the only lie that I'm good at because even though I was nowhere near fine people still seems to believe, well either they did or maybe they just didn't care.
"You're lying. Where are you?" She asks.
I pray to whoever that's watching over me that Hakeem didn't have a clue what he's saying or maybe there's someone out here with the same name and title as my teacher, it is a big world after all.
"I'm in Brooklyn right now" I told her.
I heard her hum, "I called to ask if you wanted to study this afternoon, you know? Because your grades are slipping but I guess you're busy" she says. If I didn't know Beyoncè I'll probably say that she almost sounds hurt but because I know her, I know she's not even close to being hurt because I can't make it for our study session.
