Beyonce's POV.
I sighed as I shook my head.
I then rose my hand up and began knocking on the door.
He swung the door opened with a shocked look as he saw me standing there.
"Ms.Knowles--" "Beyoncé." I interrupted. "Can I come in?" I asked him.
"Um," he cleared his throat.
"Yeah, yeah sure." He moved to the side. I faked a smile and stepped in looking around.
"Nice place Chris." I nodded.
"Thanks." We stood there awkwardly. "May I?" I asked him.
"Oh yeah, of course!" He nodded. I sat down on the couch and he sat beside me.
"So, why are you here?" He asked me.
"Kyle said I needed to talk to you....I wasn't gonna come, but I thought about it. Don't try anything though!" I told him.
He chuckled.
"Alright." He smiled.
He looked down and sighed. Then, he looked up and stared me in my eyes.
"Bey, I'm sorry for everything." He said softly.
I nodded.
"I just, I'm not actually crazy you just made me that way....i-i love you. And when I couldn't have you, something triggered off inside of me....this has never happened before." He whispered.
"Chris, I just--I know, you care....sometimes I know but you have to understand that you are my student I am your teacher. We can't have any type of relationship. People will look at us weird even if we are friends."
"Bey, I don't care! Other people don't matter. Its just you and I. Please...." He begged.
"I-im sorry Chris." I got up and headed towards the door.
"No!" He yanked my arm roughly. I stared at him in shock as his eyes turned dark.
"Beyoncé, if I can't have you then no one can!" Next thing I know everything was black.
