*Picture of Beyoncé*
WARNING: Strong Language is used!
Chapter 5
*Beyoncé's Point Of View*
All of this drama with Della was just too much. I love her and all but I already have enough drama and problems in my life that I don't need Della's to add on. The one thing that helped me somewhat calm down. A smoke. I didn't have a smoking addiction like Della but it was getting to far. It was after lunch when Della and I walked outside for a smoke but didn't have a lighter. Not until I spotted that guy who just seems to be walking by. As he walked closer I got my chance to analyze him. He was about 5'9 with Justin Bieber/Harry Styles type of hair style, dark brown color, dark green eyes, and black rimed frames. Pretty nerdy for my taste. I didn't know anything about him but just by looking at him, something made me wanting to know more.
"Don't you think he looks more like a nerd than someone who smokes?" Della whispers in my ear. I remained silent, only responding with a shrug.
"You called me over because...." He voice trailed off as his eyes spotted the cigarettes.
We watched as he reached into his back pocket and took out a lighter. "I'm guessing that you need this?"
"Well no shit. Can we borrow it?"
A smirk came upon his lips. He started walking towards. "And what do I get in return?"
Just then, the bell rang for fourth period. Della let out a frustrating sigh and placed her cigarette into the box.
"I'll take a light later, are you coming B?" She asked.
I kept my eyes locked with the guys. "I'll meet you there. I have to smoke."
"Okay, suit yourself." And with that she started walking back inside.
After Della left to go back to class I closed the seat and leaned against my motorcycle, not breaking eye contact with the guy.
"You wanted my lighter?" He asked.
"Isn't that the reason why I called you here for?" I asked.
"Maybe, maybe not." He shrugs. "Besides, shouldn't you be in class?"
"I should be asking you the same thing."
He walked closer with an established grin on his face. "Feisty, I like it."
I felt my cheeks warm up but quickly it turned back cold. " I don't care what you like, are you gonna give me the lighter or not? I need to puff."
He held out the lighter for me to take but as I reached out for it, he moved it so that it was in the air. I could have taken it out of his hands since he's just a few inches taller than me but he stretched it up higher so that it was out of my reach. "What do I get out of this?"
My arm fell hopelessly to my side. "Well what do you want is the question you should be asking yourself. Now give me the lighter before I snatch it out of your hands and burn your hair." I snapped back.
And he did as I told him to do and handed me the lighter. Almost immediately I put the cigarette to my mouth and snapped the lighter on. Seconds later I felt myself inhaling and exhaling the smoke. I closed my eyes as I inhaled and exhaled, calming myself down from all the tension.
'This was so relaxing.' I thought to myself.
When I opened my eyes I realized that the guy was still there and that he was staring at me. I turn my head to the side to exhale the smoke but making sure that my eyes still stayed on his. I held out my cigarette to see if he wanted a puff, and shockingly he accepted.
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