Nobody Gets Me.

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"onika!" i heard bey yell my name and i groaned. this is honestly not the time because i have so much to do right now. there's hella people coming at me for designs and i don't have hella time. ridiculous.

i'm pissed off because of a late ass booking and these bitches needing it by the end of the week. like why would they do that? and i have a contract with these fuckers so it's not like i can just decline. that's the worst thing about agreeing to work with someone. some shit be annoying to the point i wanna quit. but whatever.

"you seriously need to start locking the door. onika that's not safe and anyone can come in. are you listening to me?" she came up and slightly mushed my head. i ignored that, not paying her any mind. one more time. and she just got here, she better chill. "why you acting like you don't hear me?" she grabbed my face with a frown on hers.

"i'm working bey, chill." i mushed her off of me while she tried to straddle me. this really not the time. "beyyyy." damn man.

"stopppp. i wanna lay on you while you work. i'm cramping baby." she pouted in my face like she was about to cry. i sighed heavily moving my computer and she straddled my lap while laying her head on my shoulder. that's why she brought her ass over here. why can't she bleed in peace? "i'm sorry if i bluetooth you."

"please hush." i'm not in the mood. she took the hint relaxing into me and i sighed in relief.

hopefully she stay like this.

"onika stop rushing me!"

"you need to come on, i'm hungry man!"

"i'm sticking a tampon-"

"beyyyy!!!" i yelled walking out the room getting ready to leave her. she's been doing this for years, it shouldn't still take her forever to do it. i'm about to go if she don't come out in five minutes. already took two times that just sitting in there. like what more need to be done? take it out, clean yourself, insert a new one. like come on now. if she would've stuck with pads like me, she wouldn't be going through this.

while i sat in the car, i shook my leg watching the door. as soon as five minutes hit, i pulled off. i'm hungry as shit, she getting on my nerves. i was purposely going slow though. maybe she'll see me through the window and actually come on.

my phone started ringing as soon as i made it to the end of the street. i'm already knowing it's her so i answered.

"bring your ass back!! don't make me fuck you up!!" screaming for what?

"you took forever." i reversed and sped while looking back. she was standing on the porch with her arms folded before stomping to the car. when she slammed my door i looked at her like she was crazy because she has to be. slamming doors and shit.

"you always wanna be impatient and shit. could've waited an extra five seconds. all your rushing, what if i would've fucked my pussy up?"

"then that's on you. don't got shit to do wit me."

"shut up. asshole."

i rolled my eyes before speeding off and heading to the spot. she acting like i just did something so bad. all i did was leave her slow ass. and then i didn't really leave, i knew that would make her come out. sometimes i think beyoncé tests my patience to see if i've improved. but one day i won't come back for her ass. wanna play with me.

"i don't think i want that place anymore.

"i don't care what you want right now. i'm hungry."

"take me home. you just being an asshole."

"now you wanna go home." i rolled my eyes and kept going to the place. i'm not taking her home because i don't want her to go home. i've finished my work and designs so she need to chill out. crybaby ass. "what you want then?"