𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞

2.

An Unexpected Collision

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the cabin windows, casting a soft glow on the sleeping campers.

The peaceful silence of the early morning was broken by the sound of movement in Beyoncé's bunk.

"Hold still, B. I need to take this tape off," Kelly said, her voice a mix of firmness and concern.

Beyoncé whimpered, her eyes scrunched shut. "I don't wanna! It hurts!"

Kelly sighed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "You're acting like a baby. Just hold still and it'll be over in a second."

Beyoncé continued to squirm, her hands fluttering near her face as if she could somehow protect herself from the impending discomfort. "Can't we do this later?"

"Nope, we need to do it now. The nurse said so," Kelly replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Beyoncé reluctantly nodded, taking a deep breath to brace herself.

Kelly leaned in, her fingers carefully gripping the edge of the tape. "Okay, on three. One... two..."

Before Beyoncé could prepare herself, Kelly ripped the tape off in one swift motion.

Beyoncé's scream pierced the air, echoing through the cabin and startling the other girls awake.

"Ow! Kelly, what the hell?" Beyoncé yelped, her hands flying to her nose, tears springing to her eyes.

Kelly looked genuinely apologetic but also a bit amused. "I told you to hold still. Besides, it's better to do it quickly. Like ripping off a Band-Aid."

Beyoncé glared at her through watery eyes, her nose red and tender. "You could've given me a bit more warning!"

Kelly shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Sorry, but it had to be done. You'll thank me later."

The other girls in the bunk, now fully awake, watched the scene with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

One of them, a girl named Michelle, climbed down from her bunk and approached, holding out a tissue. "Here, B. It's over now. You'll be fine."

Beyoncé took the tissue gratefully, dabbing at her nose. "Thanks, Michelle."

As the initial pain subsided, Beyoncé managed a small, rueful smile. "Guess I was being a bit dramatic, huh?"

Kelly laughed, her earlier exasperation forgotten. "Just a bit. But hey, that's what friends are for, right? To put up with your drama."

Beyoncé laughed too, the tension easing. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Kelly. I appreciate it. Even if you did almost rip my nose off."

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Rihanna stood in front of the mirror, nervously eyeing the blackhead strip on her nose.

Onika lounged on her bed, watching with a mixture of impatience and amusement.

"Just rip it off already," Onika called out, her voice dripping with irritation.

Rihanna shook her head vehemently. "No way! I'll rip my nose off!"

Onika sighed loudly, rolling her eyes. "It's literally just a blackhead strip. You're being ridiculous."

Rihanna turned to face Onika, her expression fierce. "Do you have any idea how much this hurts? Of course, you don't. You think everything is just so simple, don't you?"

Onika smirked, watching in amusement as Rihanna continued her tirade. "Oh, please enlighten me," she said, her tone mocking.

Rihanna threw her hands up in exasperation. "You are so infuriating! I can't believe you-"