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Y/n's POV
I knock again for the fifth time.
"Man what the fuck?" I laugh to myself as I hear shuffling, giggling, and bickering on the other side of the door.
"It's probably coach." I hear what has become my favorite country ass accent.
"Beyoncé, it's 11pm. This is a nigga at the door." I hear Kelly.
I shake my head as the door slightly peaks open.
"Oh, it's just Y/n."
"Where my girl at?" I chuckle putting my phone in my pocket.
"BEEYAWNSAYYY!" Kelly sings.
"Whatttt? I'm not her girl. Tell her to go knock on Normani's door." I smack my lips, "Bru stop playing with me. You know what it is."
"I don't." I hear from the other side of the door.
I lock eyes with Kelly as she's the only one with her head peaking out.
"Can you let me in?" I laugh.
"No, because I'm not finna let your lying ass get on my friend nerves."
"She don't got no nerves foo." I say pushing the door open gently as she didn't really fight me on it. "And ain't nobody lying."
I see Bey sitting on the couch sharing a big ass bag of popcorn with Michelle.
"BEYBAE!" I sing mocking Kelly's tune from earlier. She looks up at me before rolling her eyes and reverting her attention back towards the TV.
I grab the remote and turn the TV off, earning loud ass complaints from both Kelly and Michelle.
"Bey, get her before I do." Michelle say throwing popcorn at me.
"Mmcht. Baby?" I call out to her.
"She talking to me?" She says sarcastically while pointing to herself and looking towards the girls. "Can't be." They respond.
"Could have sworn she was just caked up with Normani or am I tripping?" Kelly says giving the same look of confusion as Bey.
"Respectfully, if your name not BEEYAWNSAY, mind your business foo." I say walking up to Bey and scooping her off the couch.
"I'm so so so so so tired of you, I swear."
"You piss me off so fucking much."
"Put me down. I'm not playing with you."
She whined all the way to hallway.
I set her down and close the door behind us.
"Your gonna get us in trouble. We're not suppose to be out of the rooms." She folds her arms across her chest, staring at the wall in front of her instead of looking at me.
"Baby, stop whining." I grab her chin so that she's looking at me but she quickly moves her head away and pushes my hand down.
"C'mon don't do that shit. Look at me." I grown throwing my head back. "Go get Normani to look at you Y/n. I'm so fucking done with your games. Real shit get the fuck out of my face." She says trying to walk back into her room but the door is locked.
Before she could knock, I pull her away.
"Let me explain. Please." I try pulling her closer to me, but she yanks back.
"No, I'm so tired of your lies Y/n. It's ok, I don't need an explanation. I knew what you were before I got involved with you." Her last statement rubbing me the wrong way.
"What you mean?" I frown. "Nothing, forget about it." She says trying to walk away from me again.
"Nah ma, explain."
"Y/n, no fucking offense but your a dog ass nigga." She rolls her eyes.
"Mane here you go."
"It's the truth. Star fucking athlete, every girl wants to jump on your fucking dick and you let them. You can't be in a committed relationship for shit, yet you try to fucking play like it and I'm done. I'm done with you and your damn lies. That's that." She walks away again, but I pull her back.
"Beyoncé stop doing that shit bru. I know how I moved in the past, but I'm trying to change all that shit for you bru. Rather you believe me or not, all the shit you hearing is rumors. I ain't fuck on no shorty since I been talking to you."
"I ain't never felt like this about nobody bae. I've BEEN ready to throw these hoes to the side fa you. You got me on lock baby. Ion care how you see shit, ion care who you see me with, and ion care what rumor you feed into. You got me bae." I grab her face, holding it so that she doesn't have a choice but to look at me.
"Beyoncé, I'll get your name tatted big ass fuck on my fucking face right now at 11pm if there was a tattoo shop open."
"Ok." She says.
"Ok?" I frown.
"HEY!" We hear a few doors down making us jump apart.
I turn toward the loud ass bass filled voice and see my coach walking towards us.
"Y'all know the rules. Y/n are you tryna be benched man?" He says with a straight ass face.
"C'mon coach you know how it is." I throw my head back.
"Tryna make sure my girl don't go to sleep mad at me."
