One of y'all said you were Obsessed with the idea of little secrets. I decided to give a little scene into their highschool years. Beyoncé's Pov
I had a strong hatred for her.
She was a Brat. I guess she thought she was better than me because she went to a prep school, she always got what she wanted, and her daddy seemed to get her something new everyday.
Bitch.
Know what I hated the most about her?
She looked hot while doing all of it.
I was mowing the lawn, wiping my forehead from the sweat that managed to gather on there.
I wouldn't even be out here If my mom didn't decide she wanted the grass mowed.
And she came out.
Short shorts, tight crop top, and sandals. She knew what she was doing right? Is this gods punishment for me?
Send me down a hot girl who I live right next to with, but she's an absolute bitch?
Listen okay, I'm not judging a book by its cover.
I'm judging a book after reading half of it and throwing it in the trash.
"Stop staring Knowels, I don't want your sweaty ass even coming near me." She said in slight disgust before sitting on her porch.
"I'm like 25 feet away from you." I said annoyed. It was hot. I'm not hydrated, today even started off as a bad day because I stubbed my toe asoon as I got out of bed. I wasn't in the mood to deal with her.
"Stay there then." She said fanning herself with a mini fan. Boy could I use one of those right now.
Her farther was leaving the house when he saw me.
"Oh Beyoncé. Do you mow lawns? My usual guy is out sick and I'll pay you. How does 200 dollars sound?" He said and I stopped slouching immediately.
200 bucks to mow a lawn? Hell yeah.
"Oh fu— I mean yes sir." I said with a grin accepting his money.
He nodded.
"Onika treat her to some beverages we have in the house. I remember what it was like mowing the lawn on a hot summer day." I could see Onika wanting to roll her eyes but couldn't because her dad was here.
"Have a good a day Beyoncé, love you Onika." He said turning around and walking to his car. It was just me and her now.
"You heard what daddy said. Get me a drink bitch." I said with a smirk. I was being a dick, sure. But she deserved it. She gritted her teeth at me before sticking up the middle finger at me.
She walked in the house and I walked away from the lawn mower into her house. Their AC was high as shit in here. Way better than my broken one.
"God does this feel good." I said just standing there I saw her walk around the corner with two waters before scoffing.
"Really? No one told your ass to come in here Giselle." That was another thing, she loved calling me by my middle name.
It sounded good coming from her mouth, still hated her.
"Whatever." I said walking in more and looking around at their living room. Really was nice looking. I could feel her looking at me from behind.
"I know I'm hot Nicki but you ain't gotta stare." I said snatching the water bottle from her hand before opening it and chugging off it down my throat. I watched her stare at me while I did.
"Don't get ahead of yourself." She said rolling her eyes.
"Head? You're pretty good at giving that huh?" I said. I had to keep going too.
"Does safaree hold your head down when you're on your knees?"
She looked shocked and then hurt.
"Fuck you Giselle."
She pushed me away before stomping upstairs.
I watched her go, I'm gonna admit I felt kinda bad. Being rude felt so good back until I realized I actually hurt her feelings.
I sighed and set my water bottle down at her counter before beginning my walk upstairs.
Wouldn't be my first time up here.
"Nicki? Cmon.. you know I was playing?? I don't actually think you'd slut yourself out to a lowlife like those niggas on the football team."I said as I stood outside her door.
I waited for her to open it.
She never did. I sighed. She always was stubborn. I turned the door knob. And she was sitting on her bed, head turned and tears in her eyes.
Okay now I was really feeling bad.
I sat next to her. She changed her bed spread? I guess she wasn't obsessed with space anymore like she was in middle school.
"You weren't wrong." She finally spoke up. That's what made my head turn.
She turned to me with tears in her eyes.
"That's what hurt the most—that you weren't wrong." She said letting her long curly hair fall over her face.
I wasn't focusing on how she gave herself to a guy that didn't deserve her. I just wanted to comfort her.
I put my arms around her as she laid her head on my shoulder.
"I didn't want to—he did and I just—" I put my finger over her lips.
"You don't have to explain." I said and she broke down. Ive never seen her like this.
And I didn't even want to hear the rest, I knew my anger issues would come out if I did.
"I'm sorry for—what I said." I spoke up.
"It's okay.." She said looking down.
"No—not just what I said today but when I said when..." I trailed off and she got it.
She brung her hands to my face and held it.
"It's okay." She said pressing our foreheads together. I burred just head in her shoulder.
She still smelled like strawberries and cream.
