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Beyoncé Knowles March 3
I walked into Kelly's classroom, coffees in hand, and found her focused on her computer with the sketches all over her desk. Today we were announcing the winners for the Janet tour.
"Good morning, Kelendria," I teased.
She looked up, immediately groaning. "Bitch, don't call me by my government name."
I laughed, handing her a coffee and pulling up a chair next to her.
Taking a sip, she looked over at me. "So... what's the update with you and my student? I'm your best friend, and you've barely told me anything."
I rolled my eyes, smirking. "First of all, don't call her 'your student' while talking about our situation."
We both cracked up, and I sighed.
"I don't even know right now" I said.
Kelly raised a brow. "And what does that mean?"
I shrugged. "We're not talking right now. It's been a full week since I saw her or spoke to her, so right now I can't even give you an update."
"Why aren't y'all talking? Damn, y'all not even in a relationship and already going through it," she said, then her eyes widened. "Wait... y'all must've fucked," she whispered.
"Why are you whispering? We're the only ones in here," I laughed.
"Girl, whatever—did y'all?"
I mumbled, sipping my coffee and avoiding her eyes. "We did."
Kelly's jaw dropped. "Okay, bitch, so tell me... how was it? You know what, I'm about to find me a new friend because you don't tell me shit anymore." She rolled her eyes, feigning offense.
"You're so dramatic," I smirked. "But let's just say I'll never mention her age again."
Kelly's eyes lit up. "She gave you the business, huh? Had your old ass struggling to keep up?"
"Oh, bitch, shut up. Trust me—she may have had me fucked up once, but she knows what's up with Yoncé." I smirked, and Kelly playfully pushed me as we both laughed.
"Nasty asses," she said, shaking her head with a laugh. "But that doesn't explain why y'all aren't talking. How y'all go from slutting each other out this?"
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "You know we went to New York, right?"
"Yeah?"
"We went out to dinner... and Sade showed up," I said, watching as Kelly choked on her coffee. She patted her chest, coughing. So damn dramatic. It's not that serious.
"Sade? You sure?"
"Kelly, I'm pretty sure I know who I saw and who's responsible for me and Onika not talking right now. Fuck you mean, am I sure?" I asked.
