Walk With Me 1

6

Nicki

After yesterday's lateness, I've decided to be extra early as a form of staying on everyone's good side.

On my way up the steps I hear light music and a silhouette of someone dancing. Has to be Beyoncé.

I pear into the classroom and see her.

She moves gracefully with the music. I quickly leave my things in my classroom and turn the lights on before quietly opening the door and sitting down next to it to watch her.

2 minutes in, she hasn't noticed me.

She makes a move where she turns around and then she sees me. A big smile on her face.

She continues, this time turning to me. Kinda giving me a personal show.

I smile up at her and fold my arms. She smirks.

She must have been dancing for years now. She moves so naturally with the music. Kinda flows like water.

Her blonde-ish hair moves wildly to the point where it covers her face when she does certain moves.

The end of the song comes and she ends up on the floor, on her side with her hands holding herself up. She looks disheveled in the most beautiful way possible.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Beyoncé gets up and wipes her sweat off with a towel, sitting criss cross on the floor before me.

"Early now, I see."

"Yup."

I look a way and blush up a bit. She does something to me and we've barely a full conversation. This seems too good to be true.

"So, Onika..." Beyoncé clicks her tongue and wobbles her knees. "Where'd you come from?"

"New York... Queens."

Beyonce looks up at me curiously, "A far ways from here..."

"Yes. Are you a Texas native?"

She nods.

"How you like it here?"

"Pretty good, y'all got some good people down here."

She smirks and breaks eye contact with me. What does that mean?

"Met anyone yet?"

"What do you mean by that?" I arch my brow and cross my arms, licking my lips.

She shrugs at first, "I mean like dating? You ain't found yaself a man yet?"

I immediately shake my head "no". She giggles a bit.

"You gay?" She asks in a joking tone.

I go a bit red in the face and nod. Might as well, right?

She stops for a second then scoots a bit closer.

"You are?"

"Yup? There a problem with that?"

We in Texas, I remember again.

"N-no. I support you, fully." She's quick to say.

I raise my brow.

"Swear. I ain't got a hatin' bone on my person."

I see her kinda stuttering a bit, getting kinda clammy. Poor girl, like I get it she's not homophobic.

"Any of these old folks try sum withchu, and even summa these kids, lemme know."

"Beyoncé, I'm a grown woman I can help myself." I say with a smile.

This is going better than I thought.

She giggles a bit. She's kinda letting go like she is with Julius and other teachers, I can definitely see that. She isn't all mean I know. And if she is, mean people usually have a reason. You just gotta sweeten em up a bit to see what it is.

I don't Beyoncé needed that to begin with.

"I'm serious. We friends now, you right across the hall we might as well be friends."

She brings her hand out for me to shake. I smirk a bit. Reminds me of a pact little kids make under the playground slide, but I agree and shake it. Her hand is soft and she looks in my eyes with a big smile as we shake.

"Now you betta not be one a dem lesbians that think they too good to do girly stuff, cus we gon' be gossiping a lot."

I chuckle, "trust me, I love to talk, that ain't gon' be a problem." I say. "Enough about me, what about you? What made you get into dancing?"

"Mmm... ion know, I've just always been doing it, but I was always more gifted and skilled than others. I like it, makes me feel balanced and calm."

I hum. She takes a sigh and I can tell she's gonna get into things a bit. I take her hand and run my thumb over the back of her hand.

"Just makes me feel happy. That's all." I see her eyes kinda fill up with water.

"Oh shit."

I don't really know how to comfort her right now...

"I'm sorry if that was too sensitive a topic, girl."

"No, no, no. You good, Nicki."

"Swear?"

Beyoncé nods.

"Want a hug?"

"No! Sorry, no." Beyoncé gets up and heads behind her desk to find some Kleenex.

"Beyoncé- I'm sorr--"

"You're fine, um. I actually gotta..."

She trails off as she wipes her tears and I get the memo. I feel bad, I didn't know the question would cause any harm. How can I make this up? Can I even make this up?

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Thoughts ?