The title is very self explanatory it's a series of imagines/short Beyoncé stories and oneshots!
The main characters will be Beyoncé & Y/n & Y/n in some stories will be intersex and in others she won't
This story may also include other celebrities...
I hit snooze on my alarm for the third time as it goes off to wake me for my 8:30 class, I already know I'm gonna be late so there's no point of rushing. I force myself to get up now knowing if I don't I'll just lay here all day, plus it's my last semester and I definitely want to get my degree. I get up and start my morning hygiene routine before getting dressed in something simple but stylish at the same time.
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After I'm all finished I grab my laptop and backpack and then my car keys then head out the door, I jump in my car and head to the nearest Starbucks. I laugh out loud knowing that'll piss my professor off even more than my tardiness, I'm currently in college to get my degree in criminology and majoring in psychology, and this old grouchy ass lady Mrs. Locke absolutely hates my guts.
I couldn't tell you why exactly but I gladly always return the favor! The bad part about it is she is fine ass hell! And I'm talking about fine fine, she has student's and other professors basically throwing their self's at her. Men and women. Sometimes I catch myself sitting back and just staring at her, then she opens that big gap she calls a mouth then I snap out of it.
When she see's I'm late once again plus being late with a large Carmel frappe she'll flip her shit, but because I'm top of all my classes she can't do anything about it. After pulling into the school parking lot I stepped out and head to Mrs. Locke classroom, upon walking in Mrs. Locke stops her lecture and the students looks at me. I roll my eyes as it seems like they've haven't seen me here for years now.
"Well well well if it isn't ms. Y/L/N, late as always yet seems to have enough time to stop and get breakfast. Do you have some for us?"
Is this a trick question? The fuck would I buy 38 other people who i barely know breakfast? "Why-"
"Seeing as you like to spend your daddy's money on jewelry and designer fashion I'll take that as a no. Now I'm sure everyone is tired of my lectures so how about we change it up? How about you teach the class?"
And without waiting for my response she goes to take a seat at my desk in the back. When she seats down and faces me if looks could kill we both be dead as we both send each other nasty glares, she knows I hate talking in front of people as I always opt out of giving oral presentations. Yet here she is making me do something I fear simply because I was a few minutes late.
I feel the pressure of the stares as my fellow classmates waits for me to start, I take a quick glance behind to see what the lesson is about and immediately know what's being lectured. But when I turn back to the crowd I can't seem to let words come out my mouth.
Beyoncé POV
I watch on amusingly as I watch her struggle, and I know you may think I'm being harsh or mean but I have to do something to punish her. She makes it a habit if not a game of coming to my class late and for various stupid reasons, and since this isn't high school anymore I clearly can't send her to the principals office and since she's 21 or 22 I think she needs to be held accountable. Yes she is the top of my class and academically the top of the university, but she still doesn't get special treatment especially from me.
