"I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me."
BEYNIKA ONESHOTS: chapters, scenarios, scenes, and an imagination running wild.
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Onika Tanya.
I never understood Beyoncé's issues with me, because she has several. We go to the same high school together, but she's obviously my senior. You'd think she would be picking up on her classmates, or other people who are afraid of her, but no. She tries picking up on me, the sassy and witty girl that will spit her full truth out to her face. Adding to that, we used to be friends earlier on, but something changed between us, and I still don't know what it is.
Today was just another day at this jailed place we call school, I was wearing my pink uniform with its matching pink scrunchie. Do I match my shit? Yes. Does it bother others? It sure as hell does, but I don't care. If they can track my level, they can complain, until then they can kiss my black ass in my pink skirts.
I was not in the mood to be played with today, and I guess most people could read that easily on my face, since they scrambled outa my way. Was I a mean girl? If that's what a confident outspoken girl is called, then yes, I am one. I strutted alongside the corridors as I thought of nothing special in particular, until I felt someone bumping into me. I closed my eyes in frustration as I smelled her honey scented perfume before I even saw her.
"Watch where you're going, pink stuff." Beyoncé said as she stood against my locker, making me roll my eyes at her.
"You should do that, and watch your words with me, Knowles. I ain't in the mood for your shit today." I told her as I was making my way towards my locker she's casually hogging.
She snickered at me. "When are you ever?"
"And you'd think that you'll take the hint and fuck off, yet you're still here." I told her sassily, making her jaw tick as she mugged me down. I told her in advance I wasn't in the mood for her "bullying" ways. I know she likes me secretly, but she's too much of a pussy to admit it, and she decided to opt for this mean girl persona that does nothing to me.
"Alright, you're pushing it with your attitude. I was trynna be nice, but you don't deserve that shit. Strutting around thinking you own this building, and that you're better than everyone else." She said as she squinted her eyes at me.
"I ain't gotta think it if it's true." I shrugged her off as I pushed her out my way to open my locker. She grunted as she harshly gripped my forearm, making me want to beat her shit senseless in this hall. "Let go before I make your long ass face kiss my locker, Beyoncé." I told her aggressively through my teeth, to not give them people what they're already side eyeing.
"Oh, feisty, I like. I wanna see you try all that, NicNac." She taunted me, as I could practically hear her smirk. 1... 2... 3... 4... 1... I kept counting in my head as I pushed her chest backwards, and hard, making her release my arm. "Just because I always let you have the last word doesn't mean I'm scared of you, you don't faze me, Knowles. The sooner you get that, the better it'll be for you to save yourself from the embarrassment." I told her as I waved her off, hoping she'll catch the hint, but no.
