ONIKA TANYA MARAJ
Im not sure what the fuck happened in the span of a few minutes but shit was off. For some reason Beyoncé was giving me the cold shoulder.
Ever since her and Jayda had came back from the kitchen she was distant. No one else noticed it but me. I was trying to tell myself I was tripping but I could feel it.
She didn't sit as close as she did before previously.
It was the little shit, like not acknowledging my fucking presence. Or she'd scoot her chair away from me when I tried to get closer. But it was crazy because she was getting along fine with everyone else. I could feel myself getting mad I didn't know what the fuck she had going on.
"Bey." I mumbled softly reaching out to her. I could see her visibly stiffen and that caused me to pull my hand away.
Fuck no.
"A Yuh good? Wah going on?" My uncle noticed the shift in my energy the moment I pulled away. I sighed leaning back in my seat as my leg bounced.
"She behaving real strange, eh. I don't know what happen. I don't know what I do to she. But she better fix up she attitude before I have to deal with it." I chuckled bitterly causing my uncle to sigh.
"I don't want no violence in my house, yuh know how I is. So if there's a problem, yuh go talk to she about it. Don't bring that around here."
"Jayda how is Lauren and the girls? It's been a minute." I suddenly questioned ignoring my uncles plea.
I didn't give a fuck.
"Oh. I- well I mean they all miss you..." Jayda nervously chuckled glancing at Beyoncé. She wasn't expecting me to ask this.
"I'll slide soon enough. Ice been talking about pulling up there anyway. Might just make her happy." I mumbled the last part eyeing Beyoncé.
She scoffed shaking her head suddenly pulling out of her seat. I followed her movement all in the same standing right next to her. I grabbed her arm pulling her toward me.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I questioned lowly.
"Sit yuh down!" My Uncle hollered. I ignored him cupping Beyoncés chin to make her look at me. She held her head up defiantly glaring at me as if I did something to her.
"What's wrong with you?" She ignored me pulling away from me.
"It was really nice to meet you Polito. I'll be happy to stop by another time so I can get to know you more. I'm sorry, it's just right now I'm questioning things." She mumbled the last part brushing past me.
"What the fuck?" I snarled swiftly following after her. She didn't even make it to the car before I grabbed her by the waist trying to pull her back into me.
"Get off of me!" She shouted angrily pulling out of my grip.
"Beyoncé I swear to god. What is wrong with you? Fuck do you have an attitude for!! You're fucking bugging bro."
"I'm bugging? Me? I don't even wanna argue about it. I'll leave with Jayda or better yet I'll catch an Uber or something." I couldn't help the scoff that left my mouth.
"I dare you to stay here." I shook my head going to the car. I threw the door open getting in the front seat. Starting it I sat back and watched her.
She was pulling out her phone as if she was actually about to order an Uber. I rolled my window down hanging out of it. I didn't even know how loud I was as I shouted at her.
