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Beyoncé Gisele Knowles

Beyoncé eyed the girl from across the room. And began cursing herself for taking advanced classes.

Because Onika was in every single one of them.

Ever since they first met, it has been tension. And since M and K were so close to each other in the alphabet they were forced to sit next to each other.

In

Almost

every.
Single.
Class.

When she walked into english, she took a deep breath. Beyonce knew being stuck up wouldn't work in her favor or anyone else's. And she saw no point in actively resenting her.

She sat next to her, no words were spoken.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes; the girl hadn't talked to her all week. And hadn't showed up for dance since.

Which definitely annoyed the blonde seeing as Onika saw her as unexperienced . And unworthy of teaching her.

Beyoncé—at first thought she was just ignoring her. So Beyonce did the exact same—for a few days going into their 2nd week of highschool. It was Friday now and she was doing the same thing.

Beyoncé thought it had to do with her, Onikas attitude and isolated demeanor.

Till—she noticed the wasn't the only one Onika didn't speak to.

In almost all of their classes—Onika didn't talk to anyone—but the girl Beyoncé quickly found out was named Robyn. And even then it seemed like Robyn was doing all the talking.

Beyoncé thought she was just some stuck up brat, maybe the classic mean girl type who did mean shit to spite you. Beyoncé was used to meeting girls like that—she was used to meeting shallow people.

But that's not what she behaved like.

Like today, when Beyoncé was running late for Math. And she discovered her math teacher doesn't play.

She was now actively running to get to the class on time; and she's seen the woman lock out students who were late.

And she did not want to deal with that.

She did her best, and when she actuallly saw the classroom she felt a sense of relief but kept running. She saw someone enter the classroom, about to close the door.

"Wait!" Beyoncé shouted and the person turned around.

Onika, looked in surprise, before a look of annoyance settled on her face. She held her head up high, gripping the door handle.

Beyoncé groaned, she knew she was probably going to close the door on her—get back at her for the taco sauce thing.

But she-didn't.

But she held the door open, gesturing her head for Beyoncé to hurry up and she did. Asoon as she stepped foot in the classroom the bell rang.