My injuries are down to redness and bruises and I've been healing decently well.
Beyoncé has been attached to my hip and while I totally understand how shaken up she is, I've insisted I can watch out for myself. She doesn't have classes today so she's joining me. Hopefully it's not bothersome since I usually sit in the back of the classroom.
I hold onto Beyoncé's hand as we made it up the steps. She holds the salad we plan to share in her other hand. Okay, maybe I'm the clingy one but whatever. She makes me feel safe.
I sit in the back corner and get my laptop out setting it on the surface in front of me. Bey gives me a kiss on my neck as I continue pulling out my things. I won't lie that kiss is bringing heat to me. However there's a time and place. Maybe later.
"Love, calm down." I lightly push her away.
As my head is turned, I quickly notice one of the guys in my class holding eye contact with me. He wears baggy basketball shorts with a black hoodie and a baseball cap.
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It's odd. I know he hangs out with gangbangers and in the rougher side of town. I think air may have seen him at my old highschool but who knows. I've never interacted with him before ever. But he looked at me like he needed something. What do I have that he could possibly be looking for? I look over and see Beyoncé with a forkful of salad offering it to me. Of course.
I take a bite of the salad and before we can even keep talking, the lesson starts.
Beyoncé's eyes scan over him.
"Mamas, you know him?" She puts a hand on my thigh.
"No."
"What he lookin' fo' here then?" Beyoncé whispers. "Keeps lookin' at you."
She's been hella overprotective of me as of recently and for the first time in a while I want her all over me like a blanket. I want her to shield me from him. He gives me a weird vibe.
"Ion know him, bae." I respond quietly.
"Weird as fuck. Anyways, getcho work done."
"You distractin' me!"
She shakes her head and sticks the fork out again. I open and chew.
I'm typing up my notes and getting food on the side when I too notice him looking back.
"You need sum?" I whisper-yell at him two rows in front of us.
It's getting creepy and stalker is and I'm slowly becoming not here for it.
