𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 19: "𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆"

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France, Paris
ISP
O.T.M.
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It’s the first day of the third term, and I’ve been avoiding Beyoncé for a week. A full week of unanswered texts, ignored calls, and the empty ache of missing her. I told myself that staying away was the right thing to do. That I needed space, time to think, to figure out where I stood in all of this. But the truth was, I missed her so bad it felt like a physical pain. I missed her laugh, her scent, the way her lips would curl into a mischievous smile whenever we locked eyes.

Today, I’d finally see her again.

The school hallway buzzed with energy as students chatted, lockers slammed shut, and teachers prepared for another round of academic warfare. My feet carried me down the hall, my mind in a fog, until I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

“Hey, Onika!” Lauren caught up with me, her smile wide and infectious as always. She looked fresh and happy to be back, her blonde curls bouncing as she walked beside me. “You good? You’ve been kind of M.I.A. lately.”

“I’m fine,” I lied, giving her a weak smile. “Just a lot going on.”

Before I could say more, the door to Mr. Carter’s classroom swung open, and out walked Beyoncé. My heart skipped a beat. She was dressed in black tailored pants that hugged her ass in a way that made my breath catch. Her grey silk wrap blouse was soft and elegant, draping perfectly over her curves. Her hair was styled in those soft waves that made her look like she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine, and her glasses perched on her nose only added to her allure.

She was talking to Mr. Carter, of course. They both laughed at something he said, and even though it was just a casual conversation between husband and wife, it made my stomach churn. Seeing them together was always a bitter reminder that no matter how close we were, she was still his.

Just as I was trying to tear my eyes away, Robyn appeared, strutting toward me with that confident swagger she always had. “Hey, Onika,” she greeted, her voice warm and flirty, the usual. Lauren, sensing something was up, made a quick exit, leaving me alone with Robyn.

Great. Just great.

Beyoncé’s gaze found me in that moment, her eyes darkening slightly as she watched me talking to Robyn. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen that look—possessive, almost jealous. I could feel her attention on me, even though she was still talking to her husband. It made me anxious, my skin prickling with the weight of her gaze.

“So, how’s the first day back treating you?” Robyn asked, clearly unaware of the tension building in the air.

“Same old,” I replied, my words tight. I could feel Beyoncé’s eyes burning holes into me, even as I tried to act normal with Robyn. “Just trying to get through it.”

Robyn gave me a knowing smile. “Well, if you ever need a distraction, you know where to find me.”

I forced a chuckle, awkward and stiff. “Yeah, sure.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of Beyoncé’s presence was overwhelming, and I knew I had to get away before I did something reckless—like staring too long or giving myself away. “I gotta head to class,” I mumbled to Robyn, who looked slightly disappointed but nodded.