Walk With Me 1

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Beyoncé

I've been so unhappy as of recently. I'm solving this problem by leaving Shawn. I called my dad and explain the whole thing to him. He is absolutely welcoming me so I have somewhere to go. I'm also gonna stop teaching after this school year.

I'm pursuing dance professionally. My father convinced me to. In his words, "life is too short to not do what you love", I've spoken to Mrs. Hill already and she understands and is just as supportive. Since our schedules change every semester, I have 2 more months left before I quit. Not sure how I'm gonna Nicki. Should I even?

I want to.

I sit up from my position laying on the dance studio floor and see her in her classroom clacking away at the computer. Man, I wanna tell her so bad.

Before I get up, I note she grabs her phone and laughs at it. It twists my inside in two different ways. 1, she has a beautiful soothing laugh, 2 it makes me angry she isn't laughing with me. Hell I wouldn't mind if she was laughing at me.

I just stare as she types away, I'm guessing responding to the person she's texting.

I don't know what possesses me, I just get up and head towards her.

I stand at the doorway and clear my throat to announce my presence after some moments. Nicki looks up caught off guard then gives me that smile.

"Hey, Beyoncé!"

"Hey, Nicki." I come in a little further.

While she's warm, she isn't the way she used to be with me. She looks busy with a lot on her mind.

"What's up, girl?"

"Um... nothing."

"Beyoncé."

I'm immediately intimidated by her in all the right ways. Like she hasn't seen and tasted every inch of me.

"Tell me." Nicki arches and wiggles her brow.

I nibble on my lip.

"Um, I'm gonna cut to it, huh?" I clap my hands on my upper thighs. "I'm quitting after this semester. Im gonna do dance."

"Like you told me."

"Yes, exactly."

Nicki has a big smile on her face.

"Are you okay? I mean you're giving me a look."

I choke up a bit. Damn, Beyoncé, this wasn't in the script.

"I mean, I'm gonna miss you a bit I won't lie."

Nicki stands up and brings me into a tender hug. She rubs up my shoulders and we sway a little bit. I calm down.

"But you'll be doing what you love, Beyoncé. Visit or call-- you have my number." Nicki adds.

I lay my head on her shoulder for a bit. It's comfortable and feels safe-- like home.

"But hey, you're leaving this crummy ass school." Nicki pushes me away for a second. "Beyoncé, look at me."

I find eye contact with her.

"I mean I had sex with you in this very spot, I'm emotionally invested in you to a degree and you expect me to just leave like nothing? No hurt?"

Nicki smirks, "Not at all, Bey. But I do think it's cute you'll miss me."

I giggle. Unintentionally I go in for a kiss. She doesn't push away, but she turns us over so my back is to the door.

When she pulls away she looks away like a lot is on her mind. Almost like she regrets it, or is second guessing it.

I don't know what the hell we are, but I am gonna miss her like shit.

This short, gay ass bitch from New York nuzzled her way into my heart and I'm not complaining about it. I will admit she makes me feel cared for. Even though I haven't spoken to her one on one in a while. The tears come down slowly and I struggle to keep them back.

"Oh, Bey..." Nicki wipes them away and kisses my cheeks. "You gone make a real bitch cry!"

She brings me close and I slightly bend down as she holds me close and rubs the back of my head.