(Shawn Carters POV)
Monday, August 15th 2018
8:26am
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Not even gonna hold you, I don't know what old dude is talking about up there. All I do know is this broad next to me is fine as hell, she got cute face with a body to match, what more can a nigga ask for. I casually lean back in my chair, lustfully scanning over Brianna. Or Brie? Whatever this chick name is. Without warning , the classroom door opens with a loud creak, interrupting the professor's lecture. I turn my head to see some disheveled blonde scurrying inside.
Whoever that is about to get they ass chewed out. That old nigga hates tardiness, I know because he stated that in the beginning of class, as well as on the syllabus. I chuckled to myself as I turn back around towards the Professor. He looks pissed, funny as hell to me because when white people get mad they turn into one of them little Hot Tameles® candies.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, I got lost", the blonde said.
Wait a damn minute...I know that voice. I know damn well it's not who I think it is. This time, I fully turn around and furrow my eyebrows...and there she was.
It's been about 5 years since I've seen those beautiful brown eyes. My heart quickens its pace rapidly.
"Yo what the fuck?" I thought to myself.
I don't know why I'm shocked she's here, she always wanted to attend this school. Stupid of me to assume she'd change her mind. After all, when we were kids, she used to talk my ear off about it. But her selfish ass had to fuck everything up. The whole classroom glances at her, she still looks as innocent as she did 5 years ago. The more I stare at her, the more rage fills my body.
"It's alright, just don't let it happen again missus...??"
"Knowles" she sighed. "Beyoncé Knowles".
"Alright Ms Knowles, find an open chair and start writing please".
She replies with a relieved smile. She still has those cute little baby teeth I remember. As she looks around to claim a seat, her eyes meet with mine. A small gasp escapes her lips and slowly turns into a bright smile that lights up her face.
The fuck? She think shit sweet after what she did to me? Is this broad delusional or what?
I look at her with aggravation and disdain as she makes her way over to me. She doesn't sit directly next to me since those seats are occupied, instead she sits behind me. She still smells like I remember, warm vanilla and sugar with that small touch of shea butter.
"Shawn.." she whispers in that warm southern tone, she could bring any man or woman to their knees with her voice, let alone her beauty. But not me. Not anymore.
I'll be damned if I let her trifling ass back in my life to hurt me again.
