run of the mill.

14th

Beyonce walked from the class and checked her watch. It was only 5:42. She still had time to roam the mall for some shoes. She felt like shoes and she was blessed with money to burn. Beyonce looked down at her black, red and gray Nike Blazers, hot red skinny jeans and sighed. It was so damn cold. She had worn two jackets, a thinner gray one and a slightly thicker black one with a white long sleeve shirt underneath all of that. They fit significantly tight which made them still catch wind but a little less. But she wasn't sure that would be enough. Still she sucked it up and left the room in search for the parking lot.

She was out and about after her doctor's appointment for her birth control shot she got every three months. Depo-Provera was no bitch. Since she was so lean, it always made this big knot in her muscle and stayed there until she massaged it out. And now, she was getting herself something slightly bigger than a sticker and a fucking sucker for her pain.

There was one or two people in the hall when her class let out. The fine arts building was always kind of empty though. She zipped up her gray jacket and pushed the heavy door open. Cold air hit her in the face like blows as she made her way to her car in the parking lot. Her feet crushed frozen blades of grass as she dredged to where she wanted to be. Her messy bun bounced behind her head absentmindedly until she got to her car.

An hour later she was wandering aimlessly just as she thought she would be. She had a Victoria's Secret bag in one hand and a Footlocker bag in the other. She checked her watch and sighed. She had nothing to do and she was bored out of her mind. In fact, she thought, if I get any more bored than I already am I'll max out my debit card.

She put a hand on her stomach when she felt it growl and looked at the signs hanging above her for directions to the food court. She had a taste for some of the sushi from that Asian restaurant. Beyonce rounded the corner to the cafeteria and looked around. It wasn't as crowded as it usually was but there were still a few people there. She started toward the restaurant line was almost there when she heard someone call her name.

When she turned it was Bleek, a friend from school, and a ghost.
Beyonce felt the color drain from her face. She wanted the world to swallow her. She literally wished the ground would open and take her in. She met then halfway and promised herself that she would be cool. She promised herself that she wouldn't overreact. She promised.

"Was up?" Bleek greeted. It was him that had called her. "I knew that was you. This nigga," he gestured throwing his thumb over his shoulder to indicate Shawn. "Was actin' like he ain't see you and shit."

Beyonce forced a smile. But she couldn't say anything. Her mind kept getting images of her opening her mouth and yelling something embarrassing.

'We had sex.'

'Can I have you now?'

'Damn you look good.'

'I miss you....'

So she opted for nothing.

She hadn't even looked at him. She didn't want to but she did at the same time. "So what you getiin' up here?" Bleek said when the weird silence that he couldn't stand continued. It had been his understanding that the reason that Shawn had been ditching him so much was because of the girl standing in front of them. And now they were acting like complete strangers.

Beyonce looked at her bags. "Some shoes," she lifted her striped bag. "And some... other stuff." She indicated to her other bag. She felt her cheeks turn red at the indication. She had been buying lingerie. But it was so cute; one of those Santa lingerie sets that she knew she would never wear but she couldn't help it. It was so cute.

"How you been?" she heard him ask.

She didn't look up. Instead she let his words wrap around her as she inhaled his voice. She missed it. Her eyes shifted around the ground and then she sighed as she looked up at him. "Fine." It was a little more forceful. She could hear the anger in her voice and for a minute she couldn't understand why she sounded like she did. Then she realized how hurt she was. How mad that he didn't even bother to return her phone calls. "You?" she questioned.