A/n: gonna try to update a few times today, but who know
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Y/n's POV
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"Yo chill, B."
I was trying my hardest to get her not to barge back into this after party and start some shit.
"Let's just go home." I placed my hands on her waist, walking us backwards and away from the building but she took both hands and shoved me the best she could.
"Bathe Blue, shower together, watch a movie?" I asked, trying to cloud her mind with something other than all this drama,
"Move, don't touch me."
I huffed. "Beyonc—"
She cut me off.
"No, you shut the fuck up." Her finger pointed in my face, and now I was really looking at her. "You watched me hug her. The same bitch that you fucked."
Another shove to the chest.
"You knew she was here and you ain't say nothing to me."
"I didn't wanna start nothing, ma." I shook my head, running a hand down my face. "How I'm supposed to point some shit like that out anyways."
"Roy told me to just let shit play out, stay with you, ignore shorty."
"You listened to Roy?"
I blinked. That's all I could do.
"The same nigga that got you sloppy drunk in the first place to the fact that you slept with that girl in there?" Her face frowned up. "Do you see how stupid you sound? Like really, Y/n. Do you hear yourself?"
"But God, knows how many times you actually did it with her." She muttered bitterly, laughing without humor as she looked away.
My jaw clenched. I was trying to stay calm, keep my voice low, keep her from storming that damn party and turning it into a warzone, but her words cut deeper than anything that went down tonight.
Why we gotta keep bringing that shit up? I thought we moved on.
"Beyoncé, come on." I started, tone soft, careful. "Why you gotta bring up it like that?"
"That shit happened once. One time. And I ain't even know what the fuck I was doing—"
"That's even worse!" She snapped, stepping up on me again. "You don't get a pass for being blackout drunk, Y/n. You don't get to fuck somebody and then act like the consequences disappear 'cause you don't know how it happened."
"And you don't get to tell me when to move on."
So, why the fuck am I here with her if she not fully over it yet?
"I been apologizing since the night it happened." I mumbled, eyes low. "I cut her off. You know I cut her off. I don't even speak to that—"
"So, why didn't you tell me exactly who she was, then?"
"Why did she feel the need to walk up to us? Why was she all up in your face smiling like she still got access?" Bey's voice cracked, not from weakness, but from rage barely held back.
I didn't have an answer for that.
She scoffed and turned her back to me, pacing towards the car, arms crossed like if she didn't hold herself together, she'd explode.
"I don't know why she did any of that."
"But I know that I was trying to protect your night." I said behind her. "You was smiling all night. Laughin'. Vibing. I ain't wanna ruin that."
