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𝑂𝑚𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡
She made a slick three pointer, only widening the gap in points between her team and the opponent. The ball was collected and the game continued. The blonde stole the ball from Aubrey, dribbling down the court and dodging Bryson's block.
Beyoncé scored again, getting cheers from the group women sitting on the bleachers and regularly keeping score and awaiting the star player's attention.
The blonde was slight about it. Having had apologized repeatedly in messages that never sent she saw no point in aimlessly trying to regain this woman's attention. She had been blocked by the shorter girl for weeks now, so she took the initiative of creating a backup account just to keep an eye on her.
She watched the girl celebrate passing her final exam and recently, preparing for graduation.
Not only that, but the pop up at Odell Beckham Jr.'s old high school. The way that man sat there and felt the comfortability to place his hand on hers and on the slight arch of Onika's back, every time Beyoncé's mind wandered to the pictures, her eyes twitched.
Like right now.
Beyoncé was known amongst friends to play harder when upset or riled up, and this had her doing stunts they'd never seen before.
When their game was up, Beyoncé called a good game before heading over to the empty bleachers where her belongings sat. Taking a long gulp of water and then checking her phone, the woman ignored messages from friends and family, hoping to find that one message she'd been waiting for.
"Beyoncé?" A soft, feminine voice had called. Hazel eyes gazed up at the young woman standing confidently before her. One of the groupies. Her face scrunched and she turned to walk away.
"Bitches is wildin'." She snorted, taking another swig of cold water. She went to text Onika again, but before she could finish the sentence the bubble with three dots appeared on the left hand side of her screen. "Oh shit!" She yelled, surprised.
Aubrey and Bryson quickly jogged over, peeking over her shoulder at the message she finally received.
Barbie💋💞: stop begging : u look desperate 🙄
BallerBey🏀: how else I'm supposed to get ur attention?? : I miss u princess 😩
"Damn nigga, she's right. You look desperate as hell." Bryson chuckles, patting the young woman's shoulder. "The pussy can't be that good."
"Man, the pussy is life changing. I'm gon' keep being delusional and desperate behind her fine ass. That's mine, ya heard me?" She licked her lips, sending another message.
BallerBey🏀: I'm sorry about what I did baby. I'ma support whatever you want to do, just as long as I get to see you often. I was just mad you didn't take our growing relationship into consideration and I was already a little upset that you tried to turn me down 😕💔 I don't own you, I get it, but I want you badly. Having you in my life right now is much more important that some silly argument.
