JEALOUSY; a sensation well recognized to a pure soul by the name of Onika Tanya Padilla-Minaj was becoming a little too comfortable. At the age of ten, Onika began to experience a profound inner passion for her bestfriend, Beyonce Knowles. She had no idea what she was feeling because she was so young, and naive. Passion, lust, anguish, a searing inferno that refused to go away no matter what she attempted.
the things she told herself every day in an attempt to move on and get rid of these feelings, but nothing worked since the older they got, the deeper the feelings went. Her gaze was drawn to Beyonce, she breathed for her, she yearned for her, but she was never there.
she longed for her but of course she couldn't say anything. she'd stop feeling like this soon she was sure of it. quite the oppsite took place by highschool all onika did was get her feelings hurt watching beyonce with other women but her, she cried, she moaned, she yelled the pain that curved in her heart was unbearable.
she watched the person she wanted most flaunt girls in front of her as a friend thing to do, every eye roll or teeth slap was taken as a joke.
stupidest thing was - the more girls beyonce slept with, talked about, flaunted the more she craved and wanted. the slightest touch from the blonde sent her into an perverted mood, if she touched or grabbed her thigh , her legs became pushed open a bit more, caressed near her mouth it somehow would open a bit, and if she ever choked her as a joke the poor girl bit back thirsty moans. she was desperate and hungry. onika was usually well put together, clouded even but with the blonde never.
waking into the school onika was greeted with yet another heart ache seeing the blonde with her tongue split down the school's known whore's throat, she felt sick she wanted to leave then they locked eyes. a feeling took over her stomach began to tie and jump the way beyonce looked at her made her melt.
she waved at her bestfriend with an bright smile with a flash of her deep dimple on her perfect brown skin. when the smile matched she quickly walked off shyly. you could say the shorter woman was shy and shielded but really she just liked a short crowd not many.
