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𝑂𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑎
It's official, I hate this bitch.
I'm so serious, she has me so fucked up.
I knew Rubi was a snake, but lying on my name really made her a demon in disguise.
When Bey and I got back to her house after being on the yacht for the day, I took my ass straight to CVS for a plan b. I decided not to psych myself out about it. When I'm unsure, I overthink. I wasn't about to make myself spiral over something small.
Anyway, while I was waiting in line I saw a bunch of Beyoncé's fans tagging me under a post. To my surprise, it was Rubi disrespecting me for views and interactions. I haven't spoken to this bitch in over a month, she's blocked on everything and I've made sure she knew I wasn't fucking with her fraud ass.
But, using your infected ass, dusting, wrinkling ass fingers to talk about me, my girlfriend, and my family only seemed to make you target enemy number fucking one.
I was annoyed, I should've seen through her façade and got rid of her the minute she started being weird, but I thought it was just her being a little bit of a hypocrite.
That's over now though. Fuck Rubi.
On top of that, I have night shift tonight. I want to cry.
"Call out." I heard from behind me. Glancing up in the mirror, I watched Bey as she opened this big ass bag of chips. Her ass is supposed to be on a diet because of preseason next month, but she doesn't listen to her trainer at all.
"I can't, I had already called out for your birthday and you know how serious I am about this job." I huffed, fumbling with my makeup. I was so frustrated, I kept forgetting what the hell I was looking for.
"Oh I remember, that was the first time you truly broke my heart." She pouts. All I told her was that we wouldn't be together all day, every day like we used to. People would've thought I told her the most horrific thing in the world the way she started pleading with me not to do it.
Rolling my eyes, I finally find my mascara and put it on. "Be quiet. But, on a serious note, I really can't call out tonight, I'm getting a new patient and I really need to be on my P's and Q's."
"I don't know why you keep doing this, you don't see how stressed out you are. With this whole Rubi thing and your job–"
"I'm not stressed. I just– I just need to focus on something positive. Rubi is just some basic attention seeking whore trying to get a rise out of me. And she might, if she says one more thing about me and my brother that I deem disrespectful, I'ma give that bitch a real New York ass whoopin'." I'm ready to throw something.
I put on the rest of my makeup and cleaned up after myself. Beyoncé stood there watching and munching on them chips like her back ain't already bigger than big. "Them shits must be good the way you smacking like they finna run away."
