Her.

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

I was cursing myself out right now. How is it that I'm running late? I'm never running late! I'm always on time. What's on time? Early! I was cursing up a royal storm as I placed the flat iron to my hair. No matter how late I was running, I still wished to look good. My mother always told me that you never leave the house looking a mess. Your future husband may see you and keep walking.

I heard my phone ringing and instantly looked at the clock. I knew that it was no one but Shawn doing his normal routine call. Sighing, I finished in the bathroom and answered his call.

"Hello," I huffed into the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm running late," I explained as I began putting my shoes on.

"What? Why?"

"Because I am? I need a reason? I overslept."

"You're not late.."

"I am late!"

I could hear him sighing on the other end, but I didn't care. I was late.

Shawn laughed in my ear. "Anyways. Lunch, I'm having you."

I chuckled at that statement. "In what way?"

"Whatever way you wish to be had."

I shook my head and finally grabbed my purse and bag to leave. "Are you playing with my emotions, Mr. Carter?"

"Do I ever?"

"You remember that one time when yo–"

"You're just sensitive."

"Oh, when did I become that?"

"Do I need to bring up my calendar?" He asked as I got into my car.

"Uhhh, yeah. Because Beyoncé Giselle has never been sensitive my kind sir."

"Really? Remember that time I told you that you were beautiful and you lashed out at me?"

I rolled my eyes. "I was going through a divorce, Shawn."

"You didn't have to lash out at me."

"And you didn't have to push up on me," I retorted.

"But that led to something more, right?"

I smirked. "Maybe. Now, tell me about lunch."

"Small diner. I know you like those smaller places, so I'm sure you can recommend a place."

I thought about it for a moment. "I'll text the information before my lunch break."

"Good."

"Did you enjoy your night?"

Shawn laughed. "When?"

"After you left."

I could hear silence. "Nah.."

I frowned. "And why not?"

"I wasn't with you."

I shook my head. "Your daughter was there. You should've had a good time."

"She was sleep."

"Your fault. But I'm pulling into the school now."

"Alright. Have a good day. Lemme know about lunch."

"Will do! Have a good day," I responded before hanging up and getting out. I went straight to the office to sign in.

"Not so early today, Ms. Knowles," Coach Phillips said.