No Angel

Chapter 9

So Jennifer and I's relationship has been hot and cold as of late. I have a feeling that she doesn't really like me but as long as she's willing to pretend, then so am I. Some days we get along and others not so much. I'm pretty sure she's only doing this for the sake of her relationship with Shawn. I can tell that she really cares about him.

Today Shawn has to work so Jennifer asked if I wanted to hang with her. We went to lunch with her best friend, Amber, the one

who has the dance studio. She wants me to stop by tomorrow to see whether I'll be placed with her advanced or intermediate students. I'm not sure if I'm ready for the advanced classes. It's been a minute.

After that, all three of us went to the spa. I got a Brazilian wax, massage, manicure and pedicure.

Jennifer: Ummm Beyoncé, if you don't mind me asking, are you sexually active?

Beyoncé: Why would you ask me that?

Jennifer: Because you're getting a Brazilian wax. Do you get them often?

Beyoncé: No, I'm not sexually active and I do get waxed often. Problem?

Jennifer: No, I just don't see the point if you're not sleeping with anyone.

Beyoncé: Are you worried about me sleeping with Shawn?

Jennifer: Nah. Why would I be worried?

Beyoncé: Do you think that Shawn wants to sleep with me?

Jennifer: I don't think you're his type plus you're a teenager.

Beyoncé: See. I promise that I'm the least of your worries Jennifer. I wouldn't even do that to you.

Jennifer: *sighs* I know, it's just hard. He's never given me any reason not to trust him. I don't know why I'm acting like this.

Beyoncé: You should definitely trust him. He's a good guy.

Jennifer: Yeah, you're right.

I just laughed in my head. She has no idea.

A few hours later we were all done. She wanted to pay for me with Shawn's card but I paid with my own card. Shawn had finally taken me to open up a bank account. Once we paid we were on our way back to Shawn's house. He should be home in a hour or so.

I thought that she would be staying but she said that she had to go run some errands with her mom so I wouldn't be seeing her until tomorrow. Fine with me.

I went into the house and hopped in the shower. I put on a pair of boy shorts and a sports bra. I decided to start dinner. I'm sure Shawn will be hungry when he gets home and we've been eating way too much fast food. I promised him that I'll make him gumbo the creole way and tonight will be the night. My mom taught me how to cook this when I was 13. It's a classic dish that all creole women should know to cook. I hooked up my phone to his speaker and blasted the music as I cooked and danced through the house.

Everything was cooking and I was standing on Shawn's island shaking my ass. I was so in my zone. I didn't even realize that Shawn had came in.

Shawn: Having fun?

Beyoncé: How long have you been watching me?

Shawn: Only a few minutes. I was about to start throwing ones.

Beyoncé: Oh shut up and help me down.

He reached up to help me down and instead of landing on the ground, I hopped onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He held me under my ass.